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“I seek love, yet I hide from it when it reaches out.
I seek the warmth of a lover but cower when it surrounds me.
I seek the words laced with honey but accept those filled with poison.
I seek eyes filled with adoration but find an empty space in front of me.
I seek someone in my sheets, my hands roaming to find someone, but only stumble upon blankets and cold sheets.
I seek a smile but find myself drowning in tears.
I seek a life filled with love but find myself running away when it finds me.
I wish upon the stars to find what I am seeking to find me before I yield and cower again.
I pray there comes a day where I’ll stumble upon all the things I yearn for and that the warmth, the smile will grab me with so much strength that I will have no choice but to accept it with everything in me.
Because for once, I’ll allow the love I run away from to fill me up with everything I wished upon the stars, and for once, I’ll smile without any fear.
It’ll look me in the eyes and tell me that what I had been seeking was just waiting for me to accept myself and be free of the chains.
The smile and the crinkle beside their eyes will tell me that I was everything they too were seeking for, and they were glad we found each other in a place that had no place of running away.
I seek for you, and I pray you also seek for me.
I wish upon the stars that when we find each other, it will all be enough.
Because baby, you’re all my wishes upon the stars.”
- g.d. (the stars)
My whims are nothing more
Than passing fancies
My thoughts no more than a sprout
…
My dreams are nothing more
Than strange realities
My melancholy no more than an out.
-s.r.f (if we were poets)
The mountains fallen with sleepy purple
And over the garden wall.
A giant’s castle in the clouds,
The blackberry scent of fall.
Softly bleed, and close your eyes,
Night tapping on the panes.
The glowy aura of the moon,
And the homely sound of rain.
-s.r.f
“I know my sweet seductress, and her name is Depression. I wrote best beneath that demon’s destructive oppression.”
Levithepoet - corrispondence - chapter 3