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avril lavigne was right. what the hell
{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}
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29.8.21 nightmares
I am time's victim
It escapes me similar to how water does when I reach for it
It quickly glides through my fingers as I desperately try to hold onto my memories of you
Attempting to preserve the memory of us
Attempting to keep you alive somewhere inside my mind
I am time’s victim, you see
Because I sense it slipping away from me, slowly and merciless
I can’t recall the warmth behind your dark yet comforting eyes
Or the tenderness of your lips when they grazed my skin
I can’t relive how it felt to lay in your hold
And oh how I detest that I can’t remember the sweet melody that was once your voice
Because time has deceived me
I therefore lie in bed fearful of what my future may hold
I'm terrified that your existence won’t live in my mind anymore
And yet again, I’ll find myself the victim of time and its heinous crime
When someone asks me what my biggest fear is, I’ll sigh and say forgetting you
I Guess I’ll Never See Her Again
Normally, when it comes to her,
I would write about love
But this is not a “roses are red”
“Violets are blue” type of poem
I do not even know
If it is a goodbye poem
Or a see you later poem
I guess I will never
See her again
But I do know
It is a poem about a girl
Whose love ended for me
Way too soon
I guess I will never
See her again
It is a poem about the ghost
That lays in my bed at night
It is a poem about the bathtub she laid in
Which remains empty now
Because I only take showers
I guess I will never
See her again
It is a poem about flowers I bought
Which wilted away
Which lost it petals
Because they didn’t see sunlight
I don’t see sunlight anymore either
I guess I will never
See her again
Days turn into weeks
Weeks turn into months
Months turn into years
I’ll probably never
See her again
I am time's victim
It escapes me similar to how water does when I reach for it
It quickly glides through my fingers as I desperately try to hold onto my memories of you
Attempting to preserve the memory of us
Attempting to keep you alive somewhere inside my head
I am time’s victim
Because I sense it slipping away from me, slowly and merciless
I can’t recall the warmth behind your dark yet comforting eyes
Or the tenderness of your lips when they grazed my skin
I can’t relive how it felt to lay in your hold
And I detest that I can’t remember the sweet melody that was once your voice
Because time has deceived me
I therefore lie in bed fearful of what my future may hold
I'm terrified that you won't exist in my mind anymore
And yet again, I’ll find myself the victim of time and its heinous crime
When someone asks me what my biggest fear is, I’ll sigh and say forgetting you
“I’ll never be loved the same way again”
“You can say you were loved like that once and that’s beautiful”
do a random act of kindness today. Doesn’t matter how big or small just do it.
life is short and weird and it’s important to tell people how you really feel about them
no nos compares
no somos iguales
Puedo hacerte sentir la intensidad de mil soles sin ponerte un dedo encima
Andrei Tarkovsky.
You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.
Daniel Saint
Trying to find deeper meaning in nonsense
Trying to grow without hating the process