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Love Begins
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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wrong place to look at. won't find.
I feel. I feel alone. And I feel lonely. It wasn't supposed to be. Or maybe it was. I am just confused. Or tired. Or angry.
"The sun will come out and wonder why you left."
I forgot how to be alone. It hurts anew.
The storm did not pass. I'm walking through it. I'm being brave about it. I'm not alone.
It’s like being in love: giving somebody the power to hurt you and trusting (or hoping) they won’t.
Marina Abramović, Rest Energy
I'm being brave about it. Please hold on.
June 2022
She was aloof from him now in her beauty, in her sadness. He would let her be, and he passed her without a word, though it hurt him that she should look so distant, and he could not reach her, he could do nothing to help her.
-Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse.
It's September already. The storm was forecasted to pass by the middle of July. I wish for it to pass by. The wooden beams of the crumbling house dreads the storm. Yet, they wish for it to pass by.
But I was late for this, late for that
Late for the love of my life
And when I die alone, when I die alone
Die I'll be on time.
I've failed at this. Whatever this was. With all its bits and pieces. I've failed. The certainty in the fact is irrefutable. I need to fix myself. I need to fix myself before it ends.
a fluffy friend
"I want to love her to the point of creation"
What do you do with the feelings you do not want?
The ones that hurt. The ones that fog your mind. The ones that make me a bad person. I am not a bad person. Or so I think. In all fairness, I do not want to be one. I want to be happy. What do I do with the feelings that I do not want? Can I not be done with them? Do I have to wait? This hurts. It honestly does. I am not a bad person, I swear. Or so I think.
Antwerp, Belgium, photos by orion_concept
Holly Village, UK, photo by goldtopviews
Why must it hurt this bad?
Why can't it be over?
I wish it was over.