I’m not quite sure what love means, or why we need it… is it that important when 99% of the time it causes heart ache and pain? love, my question to you is what do you really mean? πŸ‘“πŸ‘“



Just amazing this touches me on a whole different level



of naked vines
her limbs
in tight suffocation.
she breathes in
sticky air
and never lets it go.
There in her flora prison,
she gives up.
Freedom is untouchable.
Satisfaction is so far
from her grasp
that she holds onto the bars
of this cell
in defiance of air,
of breath.
The straightjacket binds
and she’s comforted.
It squeezes
and she can breathe again.
There is no escape,
no release,
no acquittal
for her crimes
of loving the wrong one.
He is there
in the meadow,
on the waves,
beneath her skin,
but her fingers
never reach his,
her eyes
never see his.
So prison
is where she lives
awaiting his rescue.

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Sometimes Β i wonder how are we so sure that god is the good one and not the devil? Β I try not to think about it but i just cant