Arya Sunyata
@theheartdrive · 1:37

Push Pull

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The hunger returns relentlessly I desire again and again to merge into him shadow, lover, protector, persecutor while I habitually escape getting too close avoidance of all reflection of his grace I always yearn to hold his beautiful face against my innermost space. Touch is too frightening if he clamps my wings with thick fingers I may never fly again awaiting helplessly the end and yet holding up the mirror those are my hands. There are no wings all touch is empty

Friday fragility read out loud by Arya as poetry. #poetry #touch #existential #mortality