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Just be …

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Forget about love. About finding it. Forget about your heart that breaks like porcelain. No, something more difficult to sweep up off the floor. Your heart like glass. Forget about it. You will go on anyway, no matter how many shards are left scattered across the years. Forget about the people you broke too. The ones you couldn’t get out from under your skin. Forget about things that remind you that love is the color of bleeding. Forget about what you used to heal the wounds. Forget about love. Forget about being alone when you are alone and just be … Continue reading Just be …

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Ma belle amie …

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Le corps n’oublie jamais rien ! Elle a avancé comme une automate, résignée et bien droite, aristocrate, mais elle portait des souliers de plomb. D’un coup, son décor en carton a explosé. Et elle se débat, pour enfin vivre, lâcher ses combats, pour enfin rire, mais elle est fatiguée de tant de lourdeur, elle ne voulait que l’amour, le bonheur ! Ma belle amie, je voudrais tant t’aider. Je peux te donner ma tendresse et t’aimer, je peux te dire de croire en la magie, magie de cet univers qui crée la vie ! Le poids de la douleur, il … Continue reading Ma belle amie …

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Language of feelings

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In the quiet depths of an unspoken anguish, there lies a pain that refuses to be contained by silence. It echoes through the chambers of the heart, a wordless lament that cannot be stilled. Yet, in that same silence, there exists a love that whispers softly, weaving its tender embrace through the fabric of our souls. The language of pain is a word that speaks directly to our innermost being, reaching out with a raw and unyielding honesty. It stands in parallel to the language of love, a sacred vow that binds us together in moments of both joy and … Continue reading Language of feelings

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Sadness …

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Dear, the source of my sadness eludes precise definition, much like the elusive notes of an opera. The thought of life’s fragile and precarious nature, and my yearning to cradle myself in the embrace of the past, fills me with a profound melancholy. The inability to do anything but retreat to my solitary bed deepens my sorrow. The list of sorrows stretches into eternity: strangers I’ll never know or touch, fields I’ll never lie in, stars I’ll never witness ablaze, memories I’ll never reclaim. The realization that those I cherish will continue to slip through my grasp like sand through … Continue reading Sadness …

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This body

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Within this vessel of flesh and bone resides the celestial dance of the cosmos. Here, in this mortal frame, the sun and the moon converge, casting their light upon the tapestry of existence. The stars twinkle within the depths of these eyes, mirroring the boundless expanse of the universe. The ebb and flow of the oceans pulse within these veins, a rhythm that echoes the heartbeat of creation itself. In the sanctum of this being, joy weaves its radiant tapestries, casting hues of elation across the canvas of experience. Yet, it coexists with loneliness, a silent companion that whispers in … Continue reading This body

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Prayer for peace …

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Today, as the sun rises high in the sky, may my eyes hold no malice, no bitterness, no lie. May they shine with a clarity, a purity of heart, Reflecting the love that I wish to impart. May thoughtfulness guide my voice, as I speak with intention and choice. May my words be a balm, a salve to the soul, bringing comfort and peace, making others feel whole. And as I reach out to touch those around me, may my hands be gentle, loving, and kind, A symbol of the love that I carry inside, a reminder that we are … Continue reading Prayer for peace …

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Duality …

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There’s nowhere to run, no escape route, no secret trap doors to slip through. The troubles that weigh heavy on our hearts cannot be meditated away, and there’s no hiding out in the present moment. The only path forward is through the storm, facing it head-on, embracing the turmoil that threatens to consume us. We are called to surrender to the arms of the beloved, in whatever form they may take. It could be the warmth of a lover’s embrace, the solace of a friend’s understanding, or the gentle touch of our own hands. We are beckoned into the uncharted … Continue reading Duality …

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Existence …

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My soul is chronicled through the dance of gusts of wind and the cacophony of overcrowded rooms. It’s etched in the burnt tastebuds of bitter experiences, the chapped fingers of perseverance, and the warmth that colors my skin. Each bump and bruise become a part of me, absorbed by the weave of my memory. The past spreads across my consciousness like a thin coat of blood beneath my skin, an indelible mark of the moments that have shaped me.  Time may have the power to heal, but healing does not erase the passage of time. It lingers, a bittersweet reminder … Continue reading Existence …

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I am aware of it, the very many ways to die …

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I am aware of the many ways to die, the darkness that can consume us whole. But in the depths of despair, I am more aware of the light, the hope that shines through the cracks. I have known the falling, the weight of the world on my shoulders, but I am also aware of the flight, the freedom that comes with soaring above it all. I have tasted the lows, the bitter taste of defeat, but I have also tasted the highs, the sweet nectar of victory. I am aware of the scars that run deep within my heart, … Continue reading I am aware of it, the very many ways to die …

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Labyrinth of my soul

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I have lived in my body for years, yet I’m still a wanderer in the labyrinth of my emotions. I navigate through the corridors of my soul, seeking the elusive chambers where my feelings reside. It’s as if I need maps and lights to find my way to how I feel. In this intricate maze of existence, I am both cartographer and traveler, mapping out the contours of my inner landscape, striving to understand the depths of my being. Sometimes I stumble upon hidden springs of joy, and other times I find myself in the shadowed valleys of sorrow. My … Continue reading Labyrinth of my soul