One of the most toxic things you can do to yourself is to ignore what grows in you because of something that others want to plant in you. Times require patience, but you have not been given in vain what you are. Do not tear your skin for others to be easier to crawl under it. Don’t kill what’s breathing…
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Some people are maps, others are places on them
I believe some people are ships, other destinations. People sail through people, and many arrive at their destination only when they become ships, but nothing more than that, nothing less. I believe everyone has a map. Some people are maps, others are places on them. Me, I’m caught trying to swim over the edges of it. My journeys were ambitious,…
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Life after death inside myself
I’ve never been happier then the moment I stopped believing in life after death. Not the physical one, it would be too obvious. Life after death inside us. Every time I exhaled the unfulfilled. It freed me from apathy and boredom, and again I can hear myself at night counting. But how do you count what you can’t see? I…
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Words are parasites that inhabit my delicate skin
And then the words started coming out. One by one, ⠀ they competed with each other, which is to be the first to reach my body. ⠀ The blows are more painful than the baton itself. Word by word, naked body, ⠀ sticking condemnations to the same one. ⠀ ⠀ Words are parasites that ⠀ inhabit my delicate skin. ⠀…
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I will never be big enough to light up the whole room
I am the Candle, the cast of wax. A wick is stringed through me. Sometimes short, sometimes long. I’m lucky if it’s long, but it also means I’ll burn longer. It means that I’ll live longer, although every time I feel like it becomes shorter. I will melt my own body with tears, whenever you decide to burn a wick…
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They are already dead, but they don’t know it
Sometimes I hear only the echo of what I intended to write. A cry from the desolation I leave behind when I have nothing more to give. And that cry turned into an echo, it soon disappears into the distance. And I can’t stop the silence after, because only silence triggers my quietness. It’s quite weird that I’m accepted much…
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A butchered dream can last a lifetime if you nourish it well
I feel your movements inside me, meaty taste of obedience, fractal dynamics of the ballerina. I see your bloody miniature feet leaving traces around me, at a rapid pace, and every footprint tells novels. I see you scraping your nails over the edges of your own of pre-coded existence not knowing what you’re missing until you stop turning during an…
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Do I dare to immortalize you?
Do I dare to make you immortal? If I turn every person I’ve loved into ink I won’t have time to invent new planets. If I don’t invent new planets, I won’t have anyone to take there. I’ll throw clichés in passing, flower by flower, my metaphors for just one honest feeling. I’ll collect them, forever, because for a moment…
