Happiness is a lock, but I am missing the key So I search high and low, I search the oceans and the fields, not knowing that all along, the key is inside me.
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Happiness is a lock, but I am missing the key So I search high and low, I search the oceans and the fields, not knowing that all along, the key is inside me.
You say I am your world, but my love, when did you think yourself Atlas?
Eternal, they call me. A goddess in their eyes, a deity in their midst, but they fail to see the blood spilling from between my thighs.
Happiness is a dream from which I do not want to awaken. I chase it in my sleep, in my head, in every waking hour and each day I fall into bed. Only later do I find out, it lies in being with you instead.
Like the kiss of sunlight at dawn, the whisper of stars at night, the flutter of your heart against mine, happiness is easy, happiness is simple, happiness comes naturally.
Do not think of Atlas when you think of burdens. Imagine Sisyphus instead–forever hoping.
tasting menu #2 [11.10.2020]
Tasting menu #4: The Stallion
The bottle bears the mark of a red horse. Strong, unyielding, mighty. The image aspired to be. Ice-cold to escape the heat and the hate. Drink it straight. It is your relief. Remember the people–your people. Remember your home. This is temporary bliss, best served cold.
Tasting menu #5: The Pale Lady
The can is simple and plain, much like the drink itself. Beer is a staple, but this is richer in taste and smoother in texture. However, note the bitterness when you realize this is better than what you drank in the heyday of your youth.
Tasting menu #6: The Blind Angel
Gin is easy. Straight or mixed, it doesn’t matter. Gin is friends with everybody. Gin goes well in anything. This gin will protect you. On the label is St. Michael slaying Satan. Drink, and you will be closer to God than you have ever been.
dead leaves [12.10.2020]
Dead leaves I collect To remember that day we met
These fragile things, I will imagine them to be The pages of our story
And here I will stay forever In the autumn of our love