December 2011
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Unrest
There are songs in tears uncried. There are screams in eyelids shut, when weariness is a false consolation. The room is quiet, the pillow dry but the breath is uneven and the night alive in the heart. The cold slips under the covers, under the clothes, under the skin. Floating on a starless ocean and the unrest of waves, ready for a tempest that never comes; clinging to a distant horizon that...
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The Cave
Aside: I am aware of the awful quality of this bunch of words (and of the ones to come). But I haven’t written in so long, and I am trying to let whispers slip through the wall of my anxiety, so in this moment simply writing is an achievement in itself, beside the quality. Especially since it scares me so much, every time I try. Quality, hopefully, will come (I was almost saying again, as if...
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Become Fire
Breathe the seconds in. Every one of them. The passion is in giving meaning, when a book is not written pages, but a leather-bound heart to love and assimilate into your own. Breathe in the scent of chamomile and wash away the mud from your shoes. Breathe in, and never breathe out, but to let go. Keep your memories, but keep them in the past. Don’t forget that you can run into ghosts and go...
There are words that press too hard on my heart, words that maybe I need to say. But if I speak them, I know no one will come to balance them, and I can’t do it on my own. I am already bent under their weight. I don’t want to let them out, they already are heavy and real enough for me. Letting them out will only highlight the emptiness around here. I will keep reloading the page, only...