Mar 24, 2025
"Ahora sé que tengo un corazón porque se está rompiendo"
-L. Frank Baum, El maravilloso mago de Oz
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"Ahora sé que tengo un corazón porque se está rompiendo"
-L. Frank Baum, El maravilloso mago de Oz
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"Now love feels just the same as grief
It stains the glass through which I see
Will you install a new belief
That I'm not just somebody, somebody who people leave"
Somebody who people leave - Dani Sylvia
I caught myself smiling and then I realized I was thinking about you.
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"Stars can't shine without darkness"
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“Hug me like the night holds the moon.”
-Alexandra Vasilliu
But mostly I didn't speak. Mostly I was walled up inside myself, and certainly a very long way from anyone else. I didn't cry often, but I couldn't get the blinds closed and then I did. It seemed too awful, I suppose, the idea that anyone could peer over and get a glimpse of me, eating cereal standing up or combing over emails, my face illuminated by the laptop's glare.
I knew what I looked like. I looked like a woman in a Hopper painting. The girl in Automat, maybe, in a cloche hat and green coat, gazing into a cup of coffee, the window behind her reflecting two rows of lights, swimming into blackness. Or the one in Morning Sun, who sits on her bed, hair twisted into a messy bun, gazing through her window at the city beyond. A pretty morning, light washing the walls, but nonetheless something desolate about her eyes and jaw, her slim wrists crossed over her legs. I often sat just like that, adrift in rumpled sheets, trying not to feel, trying simply to take consecutive breaths.
"Sometimes words aren't necessary to express how you feel. Even a look is enough."
-Luna