the whispers of love being intangible
linger through the air
but when i look at you
i know that love can be touched
and hugged, caressed
when i place my hand within yours,
the solidity of love
is indisputable.
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my ghosts within
In the midst of what seems mundane lies a hidden world
Ghosts surround me, accompanying my every step
The lost, the unmet, the real, the imagined
These translucent entities haunt and console me
Wispy figments shift in and out of awareness
Subdued whispers, their presence felt but never seen
What may seem ordinary masks profound challenges
I push aside my ghosts who yearn to be acknowledged
Fragile mind oscillates betwixt clarity and confusion
A perpetual struggle to live in the present
The universe is littered with daily reminders
of what once was…
of what could have been…
of what I have lost…
of what was never mine…
of what will never be…
Every hushed whisper, every reverberating echo
My ghosts represent these fragments of my narrative
An incomplete history of distortions and illusions
Leaves me feeling incomplete
So, who am I?
What may often be overlooked carries significance to me
Unanswered questions ignite chaos within my mind
I navigate an unsolvable labyrinth of mystery
External investigations cannot unveil these buried truths
Healing lies in reconciling with my ghosts within
Dialogue with them holds the key to my liberation,
Clearing away the misty fog that clouds my perception
By forgiving the past and accepting the unknown,
I can release my ghosts from my internal world
Empowered, I can forge my own narrative,
Finally discovering who I am
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The monster that man fears is nothing compared to the monster that man is.
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A Room of One's Own
"A Room of One's Own" by Virginia Woolf explores the world of female novelists, emphasizing the importance of financial independence and personal space for women to freely express their ideas.
I personally enjoyed a lot her reflexions about both sexes, and how she talks diferently about men and women, and their diferent grade of dificulties in order to make themselves a name in the novelism world.
I also liked a lot her references to some of the most famous and important female autors, with whom without their work and constant dedication, we, women, woudn't be where we are now in the literary world.
I give it 4 stars, because there were moments of confusion and deviation from the main topic, making it challenging to follow at times, although I think we can blame It on the writing style from back then.
Nevertheless, it's a book with valuable reflections that every women should read at least once in their life.
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truth is,
i think about our hands a lot:
yours in mine,
my cold palm pressing
against your warm hand,
our slender fingers intwined
with each other
think about the things
that we can accomplish together
hands were made for
building and creating,
and i cannot wait to see what
my hands can create with yours
— unknown
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i'm not a strong person
impervious to despair,
it's quite the opposite.
like everyone else cries,
i weep too, in constant suffering.
however, i'm now
much too afraid
to face the demons
since your sudden departure.
now, i'm hesitant to let
someone else, someone new,
take me in their arms,
as the pain tries, persistently,
to exit my tear ducts.
'afraid of the dark.'
d.b.a
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