Sorry I didn’t text back I’m mentally drained and can’t maintain a normal friendship.

Las relaciones maduras requieren conversaciones incómodas, necesitan un diálogo transparente. Las relaciones maduras sólo lo son cuando los involucrados corren el riesgo de ser vulnerables.

— Ödem Oríah.

- j (x)

i'm gonna make them so proud.

quote, @plumslices \\ i will, mitski \\ photo from pinterest \\ never grow up, taylor swift \\ photo from pinterest \\ quote, lalah delia \\ the best day, taylor swift \\ photo from pinterest \\ quote, @mounaks (could not find their acc) \\ both last photos from pinterest

To —

There's a flaw in the human design. When love is profound, deep, and to the heart's fullest extent — true, one might say; lasting — it is an energy that flows palpably magnetic; you can feel it adhering your every subatomic particle, tying together a chaotic mess of stardust into a being of sense. Love, as such, is a power surge only survivable in connection; a unique electric current in perpetual free flow, without resistance, never letting up; travelling back and forth from heart to heart, and soul to soul, because that is simply where the current goes. Want nor need plays any part in this. It is the truest instance of nature; the perfect harmony between senders and recipients. True. True. True! — and, still, you left. This reaffirming dance of interconnection can be left. One can love, as such, and be left. I was left. You left. I understand, cognitively, people lose interest, but I just cannot wrap my heart around the fact it turned from transceiver to merely sender, or less: an uncontrolled core reactor and a nuclear disaster waiting to happen. I've come to know why people cry out, 'but I love you!', in protest, and, equally, why it is senseless. Why it changes nothing. The chord is cut. The path without resistance vanishes at dead end. And two who were one, are singular entities again. I understand all of that. But there is a flaw in the human design, because the love — that unique electric current — is not dead. It surges back and forth my heart and soul for supernova implosion; all that has survived now resides solely within me, when it is designed to be yours and mine equally. It's killing me. Senselessly killing me. That, I don't get. The entire universe makes no sense when we're not touching.

Anyway, I miss you terribly today.

I dreamt of you.

I miss your kisses.

--- 6-5-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill