listening to cigarettes after sex on a cold morning, tucked in your bed, hot cocoa in your hands as you stare out the window is truly a moment i cherish.
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listening to cigarettes after sex on a cold morning, tucked in your bed, hot cocoa in your hands as you stare out the window is truly a moment i cherish.
I awaken in a field, hands gripping the dirt at my sides. How did I get here? Why does this place feel so…
Familiar?
Ah, right…
This is the place where I lie in dew covered grass until my limbs go numb and my hands turn an angry red, then a calm purple.
This is the place where I stare up at the stars until I can’t make out the constellations through my tears, so instead I close my eyes and pretend I’m else where.
This is the place where I make up senecios behind closed eyes where my friends run to my rescue, where my mom loves me unconditionally, where I am me.
This is the place where I imagine warmth. This is the place where I escape the cold, where I escape reality.
I clutch my chest with numb fingers. They seek out a warmth they will never find.
I embrace the cold, and close my eyes. Then I simply
drift
off
to sleep.
de la soledad | of solitude | víctor m. alonso
[en mi mente, un universo de agua y sal, el cosmos en partículas de silencio]
[in my mind, a universe of water and salt, the cosmos in particles of silence]
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“Remember him, who being asked why he took so much pains in an art that could come to the knowledge of but few persons ? “A few are enough for me,” replied he; “I have enough with one; I have enough with never an one.”– Michel de Montaigne (chapter XXXVIII – Of Solitude )
The finest thing in the world is knowing how to belong to oneself.
Michel de Montaigne, Of Solitude
Certainly a man of understanding has lost nothing, if he has himself.
Montaigne- Of Solitude