The sorrow and the guilt It broke through the spheres. and fed the demons inside…

Cedric Terrell, Paris, at home, May 2023

sunlight

silent poetry 🗿

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It’s saying: i eat my greens or i had one too many old fashioned?

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Confessions to the moon The most intimate thing, for me, is not kissing you, nor holding you. It's talking to you about myself. If I give you my body, I can take it back. But if I give you my thoughts, it's like giving you a piece of my heart. And when you leave, you take with you the deepest part of me — the one I'll never get back.

A heart that feels everything is not fragile, it is simply fluent in a language most people never learn to speak.💜