Sometimes I don’t feel a thing for you, then I feel it all at once. I miss your kisses for a brief moment in time. The wind blows, I keep driving. Alone on this drive, I only miss you sometimes.
4th oct '23 — spending the autumn equinox blowing my money on my vinyl collection and books i don't need, lingering outside cafes with friends, sharing a cigarette, and drinking way too much hot chocolate. it's a shallow existence.
[TEXT ID: "I hope October brings you peace — I hope it brings you a chance to feel more alive, to see something from the skies and birds, and pay attention to how the butterflies fly away beautifully from one flower to the other one. I hope October brings you another reason to be thankful. I hope October shows us some people who love us to have lunch together, share your meals together, and to love, to dance, to laugh and move on. I know you are trying your best right now. I hope October brings you luck to notice something, feel something, and carry on." END ID]
I want the world to forget my face. I want to hide somewhere and become a distant, fogged memory. I want to lose my self as if I were shedding old skin. I want to slip into my new life like I would into a dress made from silk. I don’t know exactly where I’m headed but I can’t stay here. There’s a heaven that awaits and I feel it’s close. I can hear the angels whispering and giggling in my ear. I’m smiling listening to this beautifully deranged poetry.
Undine, Rising from the Fountain, modeled ca. 1880–82. Marble. White marble seems to dissolve into rippling wet fabric as the water nymph Undine changes from liquid to human form. Abandoned by her husband, the heartbroken nymph is seeking revenge: an embrace that will drown him with tears
The thing is I should be improving my English and my writing skills, except for that, I feel words constrain me from expressing my true self. The word never seems quite right, you know? It’s frustrating how I can’t seem to communicate what I feel no matter how much I try. Some people feel I express myself well, that I am articulate. I just can’t seem to agree because if they were inside of me they would see, they would feel all that has not been seen or felt from outside of me. If that makes sense