mermaid cat.

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Two women and a room. A battle has begun. Its getting loud She hears her speak Repeating, yelling, screaming Out of fear, Of the unknown. She is aware of her She tells her to stop But her voice becomes even louder " What will happen? Should I? What am I feeling? Why am I feeling? Am I feeling?" She comes closer. She looks into her eyes " There is no use. It wont work. There is no future. " She pushes her back fiercly. "Be rational. Be mature. Be logical" She laughs and slaps her. "NO! Lies! No! Lies!" She responds with love. "You are kind. You are loving. You are true" Silence. This is not over, this is war. Tears come to all four eyes To the pair of logic To the pair of chaos She pleads insanity, Calmness. Tears become sobs Sobs become intrusive thoughts All four hands reach her body, seeking pleasure The scalp has holes, the nails are bitten, the teeth are grinded She hears her. Just breathe. Strong woman She hears her. Just scream. Hopeless girl Back, and forth Inhaling, exhaling Both faces are covered by a pillow One whispering calmly, One screaming fiercely, Their voices sound together: "Why cant I just be normal?"

In-Between I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.

I want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe

Τον ήθελε. Την ήθελε. Αλλά δεν ήταν τόσο απλό. Δεν είναι η αγάπη περίπλοκη. Οι άνθρωποι είναι.

Τελειωσε πριν καν αρχισει…

Δεν ήθελα να φύγεις. Ήθελα να μείνεις εκεί. Να ακουμπάνε οι πατούσες μας.

φοβούμαι μήπως συνηθίσω έτσι πάντα από μακριά να σ αγαπώ.

Him who I love, I wish to be free -- even from me. -Anne Morrow Lindebergh

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Και απλά μια μέρα, ξυπνάς και δεν νιώθεις τίποτα.

There are so many god damn beautiful men in this city...but the thing is this, after a while, you just wanna be with the one who makes you laugh

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Πουτάνα απόσταση που μας γαμάς τον έρωτα.