Through Sunny Days And Shadowy Nights. Through The Mornings Filled With Mourning And Those Evenings Lit

“To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”

she’s toxic yet tasty is the best way i could describe her

lord knows what drives me to be in love with her

her toxicity sinks beneath her ethereal soul, so ethereal my eyes spin and my body loses its balance and tranquility

she’s a devil disguised as a guardian angel

they say love is blind, and it truly is, what my eyes show me is far beyond the truth

maybe i’m in love with the idea of her and all that she is

to my disappointment, that is beyond insufficient

as toxic as she is, i went to spend my days swimming is her river of poison, kissing her poisonous lips till my whole body is infiltrated by the poison in hope that before it reaches my heart she herself will heal me for she is my poison yet my remedy too

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Source.

do u ever like feel so absurdly reluctant to do things. like it ain’t even procrastination or laziness anymore u just physically and mentally can’t bring yourself to do anything. u really, really just wanna binge watch youtube until your mind numbs completely or lie on the floor and stare into the abyss. and it’s not like u don’t have “motivation” or anything or even that u don’t want to do it, it’s just. u can’t. idk how ppl just. Do Things. get up and go at it. i have to have an entire existential crisis and like, watch a goddamn motivational film or something first before i do the smallest thing. and it’s june for fuck’s sake.

“Being understood is a different type of drug.”

— Jay Vespertine

Chavela Vargas − La Llorona

Our minds are scattered all over space and time

I looked at you

And saw you

Looking at me

Eyes full of wonder

What could you have been thinking?

I thought about

Our world of wonders

And that there are more dead people than stars in the sky

But I still wish upon a star

Cause we come from stardust and we will return to the universe

As a star shining so bright

What could have I been thinking?

Your words, I contemplate on them

Like a lone sage in a silent pilgrimage

Feeling for the most minute

Movement of Spirit

Your words they compel me

To look up the night sky

And see not stars

But a whole new story

Of what Was, Is and Is To Come

A line age so ancient

My spirit falls down on its knees

In reverence to the stars

I looked at you

And I swear I saw galaxies in your eyes

Eyes full of stardust

The reflection of our universe

My mind can’t understand

The infinity of our galaxy

Yet this feels like a small infinity

I want this moment to last forever

So I wish upon a star

Hopefully my wish shoots up into the sky

To become one with the stardust surrounding us

James P. Onse & Lexi

My first magical poetry collaboration with @jamesponse here’s to more☄️✨

“Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.”

— Hedonist Poet