death
All things come to an end.It is the nature of the universefor things to wind down eventually.But do not fret. Things have to wither awayto give them meaning.The beauty of life, relationships, even the sun,is that they all end. Death is that single moment of…
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The brain has a way of picking itself raw.Isn’t it odd how we personify it?As if it were separateand distinct from ourselves. My entire being is a mixture ofof every thought, emotion, and experience,localized and contained within layersof muscle and sinew and bone. Yet it…
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Nothing worth doing is easy.I am not interested in decisionsor actions that do not make me bleed.I want my life stained redwith the effort of living. Give me labored breathsand cracked ribs,sleepless nights andbandaged fingers. Let me live well and suffergreatly for the privilege. Let…
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All love is unwise.No matter how gentle and tender,regardless of all intentand well-meaning. To love is to offer anotherthe power to undo us,while praying they might not.It is dangerous and terrifying And worth it.
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The feather beat of you heart,in tune to my own manic thoughts.Observing each wind blown strandand refracted beam of light throughspring drenched eyes. But you are autumnal perfection.Oranges and purples andthe snapping of strong winds againstcollars and fading leaves.
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Are we more than the pieces that form us?Tiny shattered infinitudes,spiraling out ceaselessly,coalescing into a fractured whole. We must be.I do not regret the broken piecesthat comprise me, pain is a lovely teacher.But I am more than these parts.I must be. I must be.
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What I would give to occupythe smallest piece of your world.To know the softness of your facewhen you wake up each morning. Or the scent of your hairafter a shower.The pleasure of folding your laundryand hearing you speak my name. Is that not heaven?
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Here I find myself again,in the ouroboros of our love.The repeating cycleof longing and loss. You depart and I pick my brainraw at the absence of you.Bloody fingers and splattered paints,until you fly home inside my chest The mouth devours the tail,doesn’t it my dear?
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What you call a tornado,I would call mesmerizing complexity.All that chaos and absurdity,a choreographed dance. There is order in it,though you may not agree.I see the pattern in that tangleof red thread. You are my favorite storm cloud.
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You worry about how you arrive.Whether you were present enough,or if your head and heart were toofull to enjoy the moment. “I wish it had been different”But I don’t, my love.You showed up.And that’s enough.
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