“Lesbos” By Sylvia Plath, From Winter Trees, Originally Published In 1971

The wind overwhelms me, the dusk overwhelms me, the cars, the lights, the crowd, the emptiness, the dark, the light, everything overwhelms me. The dews on the veins, the mourning birds, the talking grains and the longing trains. Everything aches, everything burns, everything overwhelms. The existence, and the disappearance.

-Ann 🌻

In madness and in magnetic beauty, in glory and in melancholy.

Somedays i love the sunsets, somedays the Sunflowers and most days, both.

Anneshwa Paul

Van Gogh And His Sunflowers by terry wei

“Soulmates aren’t just lovers.”

— Ryn Weaver

I tried to asseverate

the state of my heart,

I asked you to be gentle with it,

but you intervened,

tugged me close,

and kissed me mad.

Now I bleed your name

and your sight is out of reach.

I spend my days looking for the moon in the broad daylight.

I've lost all sense of clarity.

You should've let me complete my sentence,

before you kissed me,

because now you cannot kiss me without tasting your name on my lips.

-Anneshwa

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And may you have the courage to live your mysteries with an open heart.

Something about the way your lips moved when they called out my name. Dew drops from heaven placed on those soft petals. Thunders woke me up turning those drops into hails. All in vain. Just a nightmarish daydream.

Anneshwa

I wanted to swim away from the calm river, to sail in the rumbling waves of the stormy sea. I wanted to know the depths of it, I wanted to feel the shake, ready to break free. I wanted to dive deeper, feel it close, know its layers. Insanity gripped me as i got closer, because in its extremity i found me, and my mind couldn't comprehend its own oceanic complexity.

- Anneshwa