FREE LOVE LETTERS

In the flush of this desire, I vanish. There is only falling. I have tried to rationalise it, explain it…

Love letter # 582

Time heals, so they say, yet it does not erase. For it is hard to delete an absence. Much has…

There is a break-up arithmetic. It is an accounting of sorrows, a logging of bruises. As though the tagging of…

Today it hurts. Feels like a spiral, something on repeat. As though fated. A punishment. But you can let it…

Why? Is there a more useless question?

It goes like this: notice, ache, look away. Remind myself: this is not going anywhere. The years, scarcely a greater…

What if I have no energy left for this? What if it’s all cost, and no reward? Shall I just…

In a way, this is useless. Only words. A performative version of reality. Post. The true ground is more textured.…

Wasn’t always like this, was it? Used to feel effortless. Natural. We always found a way. Now we get lost.…

It was not deliberate – but it was careless. There was no cruelty intended – but I was thoughtless. Selfish.…