Letting Go

I loved you.

Not by accident.
Not halfway.

A labor of self love

I have let myself slide, fall, and hurt.
I wanted to disintegrate and reintegrate,
and witness how that it is done.

La mulți anii mei

Și m-am mai rostogolit o dată în jurul soarelui, ce privilegiu uimitor mi se pare! Mi-am petrecut jumătate din zi cu tata, pentru prima dată în 33 de ani. La 14 ani mi-a făcut petrecerea praf.

  

An unsent letter

She said that her mind was to measure, understand and prove, her body to test the limits of suffering and pleasure and her spirit to love endlessly. Some time ago, each piece decided to explore the heights of human experience, on its own. While she kept searching for her version of the truth, these disconnected levels of existence danced along, cyclically straying and colliding.