Stuck Between Wanting To Feel Something And Wanting To Feel Nothing At All

i want you to read me like a book, turn each page delicately in your hunger to know me more and more. gonna melt your barriers with each word im whispering silently. i want to make you tremble as you enter my realm, deeper and deeper being fully intoxicating with my presence. to make you feel me under your skin with each word you’re reading, forgetting everything you’ve ever known for that moment, letting yourself be taken away into my mind, as a river claiming its prisoner. you can’t fight it now but god, you wouldn’t even dream of escaping now.

so now you belong to me. entirely. wholeheartedly.

You gave me up like an old toy.

Henri Cole, from a poem titled "Twilight," featured in A Century of Poetry in the New Yorker

Aimé Césaire, from The Complete Poetry of Aimé Césaire; “The Great Noon,”

Maria Gray, from “Bad Nostalgia”

i honestly don’t have faith in finding something super special with someone else because this generation is so far detached from their own emotions as well as others. and not all are detached because of being hurt, a lot of people have acted detached and nonchalant to seem cool. they’ve settled so far into fake emotions that they’ve made a problem for themselves and others while pretending so hard they became it. it’s not cool to act detached. it’s not cool to act nonchalant. that is how you miss some of your greatest connections. as someone who has actually been hurt before, this facade put on is dreadful.

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Bernard Berenson featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

coming out of my cage and i been doing just bad. going back in my cage because i like my cage

Anne-Marie Zanetti, (Australian, b. 1965) “Abundant”, oil on linen, 85 x 145 cm

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