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Show & Tell
Cosmic Funnies

if i look back, i am lost

KIROKAZE
Mike Driver
cherry valley forever
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she’s so me.
Being a daughter is helping with diner while your brother is playing video games. Being a daughter is healing your mother’s trauma while also healing your own. Being a daughter is forgiving your father… over and over again.
Being a daughter is the lifelong burden of carrying the heavy weight dumped onto you by your elders.
Like clothes that fit too big.
- Being a woman
Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle
Sur l’esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis,
Et que de l’horizon embrassant tout le cercle
Il nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits ;
Quand la terre est changée en un cachot humide,
Où l’Espérance, comme une chauve-souris,
S’en va battant les murs de son aile timide
Et se cognant la tête à des plafonds pourris ;
Quand la pluie étalant ses immenses traînées
D’une vaste prison imite les barreaux,
Et qu’un peuple muet d’infâmes araignées
Vient tendre ses filets au fond de nos cerveaux,
Des cloches tout à coup sautent avec furie
Et lancent vers le ciel un affreux hurlement,
Ainsi que des esprits errants et sans patrie
Qui se mettent à geindre opiniâtrement.
— Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,
Défilent lentement dans mon âme ; l’Espoir,
Vaincu, pleure, et l’Angoisse atroce, despotique,
Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.
Charles Baudelaire - Spleen (62)
Claude Monet - Nymphéas