#ro.text

[arorkive]

In the era before you graced my path, I traversed this earthly realm burdened with the weight of love, a weight I carried but found no sanctuary to release it. It lingered, heavy and unresolved, a constant companion in my solitary journey.

But then, you appeared like a gentle breeze on a stifling day, and everything changed. With your presence, my heart found its home, and my love found its purpose. It filled the void within me, transforming emptiness into blissful completeness.

Yet, like the fleeting whisper of a forgotten dream, you vanished, leaving behind a vast expanse of emptiness where once love flourished. Now, I wander aimlessly, a hollow vessel devoid of the warmth and light that once filled my soul.

The ache of your absence pierces deeper than any wound, leaving me to navigate this world with nothing but the echoes of lost love haunting the empty spaces within me.

[arorkive]

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath