Dec 4, 2017
You are afraid I am too good for you, that I could drive you wild, that you would choke on my flames. That I am too much for you to handle right now. But if you choose not to love me now, you can’t choose to love me later.
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You are afraid I am too good for you, that I could drive you wild, that you would choke on my flames. That I am too much for you to handle right now. But if you choose not to love me now, you can’t choose to love me later.
Sometimes you're not strong enough to accept yourself alone Sometimes you need someone to teach you how to love yourself And that's perfectly okay
I don’t even know if I know you anymore, or worse, I don’t know if I ever knew you. I realized that in the moment I looked into your eyes and it felt like starring the void. Your face, a blank canvas I can’t even remember anymore. It hurts me to think that all this time I was infatuated with a total stranger that I don’t even know if was real or an imaginary version of a modern prince charming that will never come. And I wonder if you know the real me, did you ever care enough to find out?
We are so young, yet the world can be a pretty lame place to exist sometimes. I prefer the times when we were all stars hanging in the arms of the void. Being everything and nothing at the same time. Existing but not quite alive. Being all we know, and everything, and completely whole. Maybe we are from the same star, that’s why our bodies were put together once again at this point of the Universe history. Maybe our organic matter came from the same premature baby who died just after birth in the Middle Age. Or maybe we are brand new souls looking for something to do. In any case, I hope that you realize that you are not alone. Not anymore.
High by the beach
What I really want to do is to get high by the beach. So I will feel the urgency to go for a swim. And everyone knows what happens to those who gives themselves to the ocean while tripping. I want to feel the waves against my body and to be free. I want to dive and never see the land again. So my body will remain within our long term ancestrals, in the never ending beauty of the underwater world. So I start to feel numb and my lungs stop working, once I’m becoming a fish. I need water in my lungs instead of air, because O2 is way too toxic and it is what kills us slowly. H2O will kill me as fast as I need. Once my body stops trying to fight the process, my brain will be calm enough to know that they were wrong. There is nothing bad about dying underwater, actually it is all pretty and relaxing. And when I finally close my eyes for the very last time and accept the flooding, I will be in absolute peace. So my spirit will never know Heaven, nor Hell, but the plenitude of the never-ending blue where I belong and came from. My soul will be friends with the salps, sea-stars, turtles and whales. (For the Universe is infinity outside the geosphere, but also in the depths of it.) I will slow-dance with all the sea monsters created and discovered by the human race, those who haunted our existence since the very beggining. And by remaining in the ocean I will find what I was looking for all along – the meaning of life –, too bad it will no longer be useful.
You have to be your own hero, darling. There's no Prince Charming riding a white horse. And even if there was, you wouldn't need him, because you are strong enough to save yourself.
We started becoming friends when we stopped being lovers.
I always feel like a total crap trash can or like a Greek goddess... There's no in between.