"Hell is other people” (Sartre): Their gaze turns us into characters and limits our freedom. Yet they’re also why life is worth living. Love, recognition, meaning- they all require the Other. The same intensity that wounds us is what makes existence matter.
I know this ends before it starts,
that the timing is all wrong.
I know I like you.
I know you like me too.
I know the gentle way you keep trying to open me,
the lovely patience you offer
even when I stay closed.
I know you could choose someone easier,
someone who fits the life you’re walking into.
I know I’m strange in ways that don’t always land soft.
I know you’re beautiful in the way that stays with me.
I know the spark we share is real.
I know you have to go.
I know the circumstances make it hard to charge after what I want.
I know this ends before it starts.
Still—
I’ll keep the days we have gentle.
I’ll make what memories I can,
and treat every moment with you
like something worth remembering
until the last one is gone.
Rumi was right when he said Live like the world is rigged in your favor. The second you move like you own it, reality starts bending to prove you right.
@nikitabier I hope you add a toggle. I greatly preferred having my few posts to be blended with my reposts on my profile. It was an aesthetic thing for me