I Find Beauty In Melancholy. Is It Problematic?

I hope you see my soul,

before you feel my touch.

I hope you seek,

with curious eyes.

We can go on a quest together,

to dig deeper into each other's souls.

The deeper i dig, the more i find about the hidden hamlets

in our soul fields.

I hope our souls are each other's last dream.

-Anneshwa 🌻

P.S i love this picture by @marinalaurel 💛

Your eyes play with my mind, like your fingers on a guitar strings. It creates a blooming symphony, and roots deep in my heart and grows up beyond the clouds.I thought facts don't care about feelings, But these feelings don't give a damn about the facts. My heart keeps waiting for an epiphany, it wants to be a resident of your 'not so vacant house', and wants to make it a home, a Paradise.

Anneshwa Paul

heavy-handed with metaphor (as all lovers are) & filled to the brim with music

''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion''.

- The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

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Patty Dickson Pieczka, from “Autumn”, Beyond the Moon’s White Claw 

When the sky gets painted, everyone keeps moving, but we stop and stare, we hold hands & our eyes constantly at the sky.

[ID: text seen as; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’

a poem by Frank O’Hara]

“Was it possible I had something to give? Out of the nothingness that was my life? Really, what the fuck did I have to give? Woman with too many holes in her. And yet there was something. Words.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir