I'm exhausted emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually, psychologically, and existentially.
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I'm exhausted emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually, psychologically, and existentially.
Vikram Seth, from Summer Requiem: A Book of Poems; “The Yellow Leaves”
though i am heavy, there is flight around me
wendell berry, the fall of icarus, f. scott fitzgerald, christophe vacher, hozier, galileo chini, mahmoud darwish (tr. catherine cobham), rubens, akwaeke emezi, alfred schwarzschild
Akwaeke Emezi, The Death of Vivek Oji
blame it on gravity I miss the way my body turned lightly, with care at the ballet now I am a hippo in the muck I remember stepping through gardens in France feeling like a sprite never a lady I wonder what I would have been with more encouragement and less imagination is it ok that I don’t like opera but love stories with resolutions and poems without sense I hope I don’t get tired of flowers or rivers or stars or clouds because that’s where I see hope
Web weave: a particular kind of grief
a little about letting go, a lot about how fucking hard it is
Just wanted to share this song with you.🤍