Stardust ✨

We are so kind to everyone else but so cruel to ourselves.

The rain still dripping off tiny leaves of memories.

Pour words out of coffee cups, lit them on fire between eyes, gently deposit them on lips, and let their smoke fly.

Kiss me to sleep, my demons will find their crematorium.

The ending of us is together.

Gentler than the wings of a butterfly.

I want a river of you, the summer kind.

You don't remember the actual, precise event, you remember the memory of a memory of a memory. Every time you recall it, you just touch the latest copy of the chain. I wonder if the other copies are glimpses of what we write about when we feel lost.

flowers blooming in the colors of a watermelon Basho

My hands, Older now They tremble yes, but they still open to hold what matters

I noticed a few fresh shoots appeared on a little patch of dirt on which I scattered a few seeds I shall read stories and encourage their development Can’t remember for the fucking life of me what they are

I am allowed to be a wreck, a wreckage, a brand new definition of chaos. There is a lot of space, time to be unfolded, in this universe of thoughts and I do not necessarily seek a way out.

Some wrongs are not allowed in this treehouse, made of fairy lights and shared heartbeats, of our own rights.

I gave birth to some poems and they made a nest in your heart, some little birds of safety and resonance have begun growing up over there.

No other verification is better than love itself.

Keep the dots, my stories only have commas.

Open the forest and let it talk from within you.

I still don't know love, but I still let it become the whole me.