Post break-up thoughts

Things I wish I could say to you.. or not

[post-breakup-thoughts]

La tusa

I can smell the wood burning and my heart aching.

Won’t shed a tear, cause what’s the use.

I’d better dance under the giant moon and the shooting stars.

Remember we’re just dust and nothing lasts forever, not even la tusa.

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Et j’ai creusé des tombes pour tout ce qui était mort en moi.

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Cahi como fruta madura, y me comiste.

[post-breakup-thoughts]

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People are mirrors. 

When I am alone, I have no body. 

I can be my doubts and my flaws. 

Although I am not sure about my flaws, because are they flaws if no one is there to attest they are ?

I am a stream of thoughts, and feelings. 

I am my strenghts and my will to live. 

When I’m alone, I can be no one. 

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You are not alone. - Says one of your cells.

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You are so attractive you give me cannibalistic impulses.

-L

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I wish you could see those clouds floating in the sky like drifting ships. 

City lights are the only evidence of a flight over the earth and not into nothingness.

-L

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Of course I am scared.

You say I am strong, and I guess I am.

But I don’t really have a choice.

-L

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I am full of emptiness.

-L

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There’s a river close to my house. 

I like to see how it grows and gets wild after a few days of rain. It swallows up the trees and eats up the banks. It turns brown and roar.

-L

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Pain feels like impatience.

-L

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Ce sont des formes, des couleurs, de la lumière, mais ce qu'elles suscitent en moi dépasse les mots. Je crois que ce corps réceptacle, récipient, n'est pas assez profond pour contenir tout ce qui m'habite. Je le sais car je sens mon âme pousser contre les parois de mon corps, ce corps trop petit pour moi.

-L

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Je crois que le partage, l'acte de raconter, nous permet de nous souvenir, de revivre et de comprendre.

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Writing is bottling life up

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I’ve feasted on you, now I am full.

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What I am,

What I want to be,

What I see,

What it makes me want to be,

What I will never be.

What am I ?

-L

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Run

This love is a marathon, and I'm tired of running.

-L