On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.
Tag: wound
No Love
Call me cynical if you must. We all have our own philosophy on life and love. Everyone’s experience is uniquely subjective. And I have an earned level of discernment. Judge me if you must.
No one could ever break my heart, because I never expected love.
Darkness Preferred
Normally, all black everything is not a problem for me. However, relationally, I prefer to step outside of the dark.
Although it gets harder and harder as time goes by.
An Error in Seeing
If I could turn back the hands of time, I would place my energy where it most needed to be.
I wouldn’t waste so much time trying to seal the deal with a structure so flimsy.
But it’s okay, thank Goddess. I still have so much to grateful for.
An Autonomous Being
❤️ Love ❤️
It was not love.
And it was not obsession.
Something much darker and regressive braided the threads of our individuality together to form a fantastical beast.
But I do not have to play into the fantasy.
I’m actually free, to do as I please.
