Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies
[via]
M.L.Rio, “If We Were Villains.”
Hermann Hesse (1877-1962), Wandering: Notes and Sketches
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “God Searches for God”
"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido
Charles Bukowski, "young men," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire
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
I’m struggling,
Stumbling like a failing tightrope walker
I turn and want to blame someone
For sabotaging the rope,
For distracting me
But there’s no one but me
I abandoned safety net and balancing pole
Instead there’s darkness waiting should I fall
There’s no way of knowing what’s down there
Should I tumble, would I crack?
Should I fall, would I break?
Should I jump, would I
Die
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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