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Come here, my love.

Rest with me.

Feel the warmth of my soul.

The world has been cruel enough to not let you grieve.

The world is too greedy, demanding so much for limited time.

Time is too impatient, moving rapidly against the current.

I hope you love yourself more than what they wanted you to.

Dance along the waves of life, unending circles of charades.

I would've loved you more than the limits of distance.

I would've taken care of you like it is my only lifeline.

I will protect you from everything as much as I could.

But freeing love is not as free as they say.

My someday, somewhere.

I'll keep dreaming.

Truth is, everyone hasn't let me heal.

I still feel unloved;

Felt full when served with crumbs;

Felt comfortable with the darkness of days.

I let them use me.

Each happy smile breaks me a little more.

Each tear I shed quenches their thirst.

They're craving for more, and more.

My love, there is no in between.

Silence has been the pillow I lay on.

Scars are tattoos I keep.

Fears are shadows of "could've beens".

I hope I can be brave enough;

To walk with you through colors and hue.

For now, I'll keep dreaming of you, of us.

Of every season, of love.

"You are a happy color."

You attract everyone around you.

You make them happy;

You make my heart giddy as well.

Some find you annoying.

You're too bright for them.

It's not your fault;

They don't appreciate you every day.

"Yellow, you are a happy color."

You are shining but blindingly bright;

They can't see the whole you.

They don't know you at all.

They didn't know that behind those smiles is a heart broken to pieces.

They are oblivious of your sobs at night.

They didn't know you are not happy at all.

They just hold on to what they want to know.

"Yellow, you are a happy color."

That's what they told you.

That's how they want you.

DONTPOSTME magazine / NEW

Interview with New York based curators Irina V Makarova and Alison Sirico: about contemporary art, personal projects and young artists in New York.