Silent Thoughts.

- your words could be a flicker to somebody's heart,

but a scar to someone else's arm.

Life is not all about sad things ,

and it's not about promises ,

it's not only about happiness ,

It's about to feed your own need ,

and to smile to images no one can ,

as you make your breath the air

the others can breathe together

and life can change you ,

it can crush you, break you ,

torn you apart ,

but what it's inside

it is never lost.

-t.f.s.

“i found your soul between the lines of my poetry, except it wasn’t you it was a mistaken creation”

—

“To hell with being ashamed of what you liked.”

— Ralph Ellison

“When we lose certain people, or when we are dispossessed from a place, or a community, we may simply feel that we are undergoing something temporary, that mourning will be over and some restoration of prior order will be achieved. But maybe when we undergo what we do, something about who we are is revealed, something that delineates the ties we have to others, that shows us that these ties constitute what we are, ties or bonds that compose us. It is not as if an “I” exists independently over here and then simply loses a “you” over there, especially if the attachment to “you” is part of what composes who “I” am. If I lose you, under these conditions, then I not only mourn the loss, but I become inscrutable to myself. Who “am” I, without you?”

— Judith Butler, Precarious Life

𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊🖤

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-Dance Class at the Opera, rue Le Peletier-

Pleasure.

you'll leave me untouchable,

lack of self-control,

you see another victim

suffering from deficiency,

keep your eyes closed when

I try to get the pain away

while stealing a kiss from your lips.

denying to love me is another

pointless option,don't play

too roughly on me.

I want to taste the

victory with you,

just like the entirety

that we dance through.

give in completely

when you feel me,

liars like you keep

so many surprises inside.

remind me of the

taste of love,touch me

with your fingers that

want to scratch my flesh.

do my lips deserve

your unearthly fruit?

and the color that

illuminates your

corners,magical

and full of secrets,

pleasure is a food

for our emotions,

right?

let your movements

be honest with my body

and let your hands sink

into my paradise.

“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959

you suffer because you get attached to things that were never meant to last