by Juan Luis Olaeta

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@potiondreamer
by Juan Luis Olaeta
It's not about talking; it's about presence. You could be in a different galaxy, I'd still feel you. You exist in my core. A part of me. The biggest part.
˗ˏˋ ★ ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry // ‘Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his years of pilgrimage’ by Haruki Murakami // ‘blue is the warmest colour’
—wounds
And what if I tell you, My heart is full of love;
Do you understand my heart is full of you?
I see an outline of you everywhere I look.
Victoria Chang, The Trees Witness Everything - First Sight
Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor, from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems
[Text ID: “Your hands have a strange clarity. Have you been walking among the stars?”]
Chen Chen, from "weep ode #99"
Aeon Ginsberg, from "Poem in Which I Transition into a Succulent"
The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923
Joan Didion, from The Year of Magical Thinking
Louise Glück, from “Stars”, Poems: 1962–2020
― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951
When we first met, I couldn't imagine a world without you in it. But now, you seem to be just another memory that haunts me from time to time. It's weird how things can change so quickly, how people can go from being the center of your universe to being a mere speck in the grand scheme of things. I guess that's just life, isn't it?
This phrase in my language 'to be kissed by a muse' is so accurate and helpful in explaining my inspiration. Because most of the time it's just like a kiss on the cheek, a quick peck on the lips, and I'll write a small scene. And then sometimes my muse is just french kissing me and I'll write a whole novel.