something stands between me and all the feelings I’m trying to dissect
maybe it’s melancholy made into flesh holding me down as a base to my wavering relationship with all that i am and all that i want.
maybe it’s all the goodbyes December held on a leash..
Impermanence scares us humans but so does stability
all the insecurities and self doubts wrapped around my neck with a gentleness that competes with a lover’s embrace.
As the weather gets colder I burn through thoughts and distant dreams abandoned prospect
incandescent potential burnt to ash underneath my skin
And as i do so, i can’t help but wonder:
If I left you my letters as an offering will you put them together for me ?
Form endless strings of words and attach them to anything you deem familiar In me?
Or will you burn it the way i did my dreams; to warm yourself up ?
“Love” is nothing but a fabricated fairytale Sung by desperate heartbeats who have been poisoned by forfeited hope
Is the cup half full or half empty? I'm not sure anymore..
But the content of that cup is all that's left of my share of happiness in this world
and I'm willing to share it with you...
Even if it left me groundless.
Lost in the terminology of love, And the ideology of death and self sabotage
While disillusionment feed on my lifeline.
would it be so wrong to let myself dissolve in a little love knowing it won’t last?
• Quote: Sylvia plath/Mary Oliver/ Fyodor Dostoevsky/ Simone de Beauvoir/ Maya Angelou/ Marina Tsvetaeva/Anne Michaels
• Original context: Sinligh
• Art reference: 1. Art by Zhao Kailin. 2. Wounds of the Earth by xis.lanyx. 3. George Hitchcock, Calypso. 4.Art by Ivan Pokidyshev. 5. Monseigneur Love by Thomas Cooper Gotch