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How many ills makes a troubles worth

When bad fortune like the moon eclipses the rays of lustrous fortuity 

And shrouds its virginal affection.

Not one, not none because there in heavy armoured disguise 

does Lucifer adopt the wings of angels, turning bountiful grape to seeping carnage. 

You see, I can get fancy with words too

Words give taste to feeling, they translate what the heart can’t express 

Though most people think they need a sonnet or a miracle,

I know that simple is best. 

I might write like Shakespeare, Wilde or Kipling, 

But what gives ode to my mind better than the words my brain is reeling

See, thoughts happen so fast – I guess that’s why they say they ‘run away’ with you

Like silly lovesick teenagers, giggling and chasing the moon. 

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"You tried to change didn't you?

closed your mouth more

tried to be softer

prettier

less volatile, less awake

but even when sleeping you could feel

him travelling away in his dreams

so what did you want to do, love

split his head open?

you can't make homes out of human beings

someone should have already told you that

and if he wants to leave

then let him leave

you are terrifying

and strange and beautiful

something not everyone knows how to love"

- Warsan Shire

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““I’d like to repeat the advice that I gave you before, in that I think you really should make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, Ron, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty. And so, Ron, in short, get out of Salton City and hit the Road. I guarantee you will be very glad you did. But I fear that you will ignore my advice. You think that I am stubborn, but you are even more stubborn than me. You had a wonderful chance on your drive back to see one of the greatest sights on earth, the Grand Canyon, something every American should see at least once in his life. But for some reason incomprehensible to me you wanted nothing but to bolt for home as quickly as possible, right back to the same situation which you see day after day after day. I fear you will follow this same inclination in the future and thus fail to discover all the wonderful things that God has placed around us to discover. Don’t settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon. You are still going to live a long time, Ron, and it would be a shame if you did not take the opportunity to revolutionize your life and move into an entirely new realm of experience. You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only or principally from human relationships. God has placed it all around us. It is in everything and anything we might experience. We just have to have the courage to turn against our habitual lifestyle and engage in unconventional living. My point is that you do not need me or anyone else around to bring this new kind of light in your life. It is simply waiting out there for you to grasp it, and all you have to do is reach for it. The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.””

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“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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Metamorphosis

A witch told me your energy was so powerful that in a cage of a thousand butterflies, crushed together with broken wings, I might sense a flutter, a spark and a magnetism of just one that shone like metamorphosis. Shadowed by countless other creatures and black dogs, I lost you in the crowded cage. A potion that said ‘drink me’, a delight that said ‘eat me’, eclipsed the light that grew dimmer until we couldn’t see each other anymore. Only now we see a flicker of a flame reignited after wading through tides of troubles. You were always there. Only now the cage is open and the light creeps in and it’s bright enough to see. Our wings still crushed and frayed but the heat is enough to straighten them out. Is this what love is about? I denied the existence of divine timing and believed that there was no wrong time for bliss. But metamorphosis is more important than I once knew it to be. Without the fight for freedom, the strangled suffocation or the beaten down barriers, the nectar wouldn’t taste as sweet. And above it all; you wouldn’t be you and I wouldn’t be me.

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have i shown up in ur dreams yet

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― Anne Sexton