the heart remains resistant to the knife
All is temporary Does it matter?
Do I bother?
I am trying to wander more I am trying to breathe more, to love my lostness
And on some strange level I do believe I am entitled to everything including getting punched in the face to receiving undying adoration
Revenge and an apology. Recognition for suffering and the permission to let go. Nothing is as comfortable as it used to be My lungs don’t fill with air like they used to. Church is no longer magic and waking up is just a hobby now I still want everything: the embrace of a person who loves me in the exact right way but also dystopian landscapes as close to nature as we’ve ever been.
¿Qué puedo hacer si no puedo hacer nada? Para acabar con algo que no acaba.
hay balas que valen más si no las disparas
Me canso mucho porque todo me afecta y me conmueve Nada me deja indiferente. Cada persona que veo afecta mis sentimientos, mi simpatía, mi piedad; o despierta mi creatividad.
Meals fill more than an empty stomach, conversation fills more than minutes, tears do more than leave salty stains on the bedsheets. an embrace; we lose our bodies to each other; what a gift it is to be lost.
Marzo - Junio 2022
Paty A.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
