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: D. (dalaruan) wrote,
2017-11-29 19:58:00

D.
dalaruan
2017-11-29 19:58:00

rip yourself open

That is the sentence of being so small, so fragile, so powerless. Even the wind, which cannot be seen, is greater than us. Yet the verdict pronounced on us isn’t doom. It is only a breathtaking despair, that contains in it something more than happiness, because we discover, at last, that the agony of being cut open is also the exhilaration of being set free.

Umair Haque, One Way to Love - The Rise and the Fall

Lyubomir Sergeev - ballet.gif

Tags: love that killing field

Gordian knot

So much left unsaid That I still love you But saw no other way out No other way to keep the pain at bay To force the loss as a way to stand…
all the freedom in one’s own possession

Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not…
And I had put away / My labor and my leisure too / For His Civility

And so I whirl around and around, in this breathtaking, vertignious merry-go-round, until the reaper asks me for the last dance.

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rip yourself open

Gordian knot

all the freedom in one’s own possession

And I had put away / My labor and my leisure too / For His Civility

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