One yearq
Since i moved to Brooklyn.
I don’t hate it so much anymore, I guess.
I have in me like a haze
Which holds and which is nothing
A nostalgia for nothing at all,
The desire for something vague.
Fernando Pessoa, opening lines to “[I have in me like a haze],” trans. Richard Zenith, Fernando Pessoa and Co.: Selected Poems (Grove Press, 1998)
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your skin got thicker - that’s why the muscles around your mouth hurt more when you tried to smile at those who dragged their words across your chest and left open wounds. the funny thing about healing is that you can wait forever to forgive and it might still feel too soon.
TOO SOON (k.p.k)
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’Nokken’ by Kim Myatt
New painting for the Month of Fear challenge “Wicked”.
Not all Nokken are wicked, but the ones that are have been said to have the sweetest songs with words like honey. With kisses and promises, they’ll lure you closer and closer to the water’s edge. By the time you notice you’re out of your depth, it’s too late.
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