I’m a simple woman — I like to sunbake, read books, go for coastal walks, eat gnocchi and sourdough, see my loved ones, write and create, style my clothes, learn voraciously, acquire trinkets, redecorate regularly, cultivate my spiritual practice and find magic in the mundane.
It should never be delineated in anything other than itself. It should be looked at as it is in it’s totality. I found it in all that is beautiful and dreadful. It shouldn’t be detached from itself neither in the thought nor in living. It cannot be unseen nor unfelt.
tenderness is in the hands
― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)
To know someone by heart is a different kind of knowing, the unseen, the unspoken. Everything fades and the only thing that is glowing is the tiny bit of light that strikes outwards from the heart and clears every thought and every possibility that will contradict the truth that only the heart knows.
I was getting deprived of sensation, an apathetic “this is aberrant” i told myself so i took a walk in the foyer of my identity. I was ambling, it was decorum, sanguine & as i was gazing it seemed that it was busy fighting the outside malice than cherishing the self it belonged to.
What are people without delusions? Delusions make up things then make them shatter. People are atomized, each part of you complete each other and cancel each other at the same time. You are formed then turned into dust. This is how robust and fragile human beings can be.
All i think about is a state though it seems out of reach but the thought of reaching it gives me eternal strength but i crave internal peace. i want the feeling i am chasing to be embodied in any place, in any one. I cannot not want it.
Certain situations came up where it forced me to have a mind to soul conversation, how not everything l’ve created in my head might be the reality of the people around me. It made me realize authenticity is once in a blue moon & solitude is conquering,What could be more alluring?
Why was i grieving that day? Because the thought of you as my soulmate hit me right in the face and slapped that thought out of me, made me face reality.
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