Begin To See Yourself As A Soul With A Body Rather Than A Body With A Soul. ~ Wayne Dye

“Oh, darling….You will be good to me, won’t you?…You will, won’t you?…Because we’re going to have a strange life.”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms  

letters to milena // franz kafka

Aphrodite: god I have a headache

Athena: you tend to have a lot of headaches

Aphrodite: I don’t drink enough water

Athena: oh yeah me neither

Aphrodite: hot girls are dehydrated

Athena: that’s what I’m saying

Skylust

to fly through silvered clouds

tearing wind

fragile wings

the urge

the need

trapped to the ground

human limitations

oh glorious sky

what would i give to soar

through storms

through clear skies

how could i blame icarus?

free for the first time

to soar

to glide

the burning wax worth the glorious skies

i need not safety

the risk worth the pain

falling to the ocean

flying

soaring

GOD

oh let me fly

let me feel hurricanes rip apart my wings

let my fragile lungs be torn with pressure

not built for the skies

i want to plummet

i want to soar

i want to glide

i want

i want

i want

I have no need for gentleness

freedom is safety to fall with no fear of harm

but harm me

oh harm me dear skies

let lighting dance on my tender flesh

let my limbs be ripped from me

oh only for the flight i desire

let the tears on the inside show

let the mental become physical

anything will do

let me feel the clouds on my skin

oh dear skys

suffocate me

dont be gentle

dont be kind

let me fulfill my skylust for you

ravage me

rip at my hair as i fall

bruise my skin with your frost

leave lashes with your hail

oh let me be your icarus

let me get to close to the sun

rip me away

oh dear

The longer you run from it the more it will hurt when it catches you....!

And trust me it will catch YOU.....

👀🔥✨❗❕❗❕

Madarchodddd sala

Vincent Van Gogh, Almond Blossom, 1890. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.

The conversation I wish we would have

His chest was slick with sweat as I shifted against his side to pull the covers up around myself and finally ask the question that had been burning inside me since we had started sleeping together again.

Afraid to possibly face the rejection in his eyes, I pressed a kiss to his cheek before tucking my face into his neck.

“Who are we to each other?”

The hand that had been lazily trailing up and down my spine faltered. I wished I hadn't asked.

We had been strangers, friends with benefits, lovers, each other’s, estranged for a while, friends again, and now- now I didn't know how to label us. Didn't know if he wanted to label us.

To label us would make things real and complicated and messy.

Another moment is stillness and his hand resumed its path on my back.

“You tell me.”

His answer was a non- answer. An avoidance. A turn around.

“You know what I would like is to be. What I want us to be again.”

I shifted again to lean against his chest so I could meet his eyes now.

“What feels like forever ago, we stood in the kitchen, and I told you I had to say the words at least once.”

His hand tightened around my waist as I ran my hand up his neck to hold his cheek.

“I have to say it again. I need to say it again.”

“Then say it.”

“I love you. I am in love with you.”

“I know.”

His hand on her throat

Blossoms the rose

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐤

After I am finish this treatise I will definitely have to go over all that I have ever posted again, so that I can delete things that aren't aligned with my present understandings.