I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous. - Pablo Neruda
ari b. cofer, Unfold: Poetry + Prose
"You remember too much, my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?
And I said, Where can I put it down?"
The Glass Essay - Anne Carson
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“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Life is art
Art is beauty
Others are modeled
Life adds to them
Builds up their beauty
I’m carved by life
It takes and takes and takes
I’m art
I’m beauty
That eventually disappears
Because life has taken too much
It’s staying up at night
Listening to the ticking of the clock,
the sounds from outside.
It's being distracted for just a short time
by the light of the streetlight
shining through the carelessly closed shutters
It’s hoping not having to face the next day
It’s numbing fear
Waking up the next morning,
starting the day with newfound motivation
It’s creeping up throughout the day
Doing the dishes,
writing an essay,
drinking coffee
And suddenly it’s there
The days
I expect them, wait for them
And when they pass, I realise
They're dead days
Gone and lost,
Rotten days
And of them too many,
That have been too much
I mourn them still
A Sprite by a Lakeside Temple (Max Roeder, 1894)
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●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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