words. hearts. secrets.
You and I moved fast and slow, twisted time to match the beat of our hearts, eyes closed to something no one dared to see. Go on, I said, you’ve made your choice but we breathed and lived for all the wrong reasons and you left for years without looking back and here you are now, bittersweet perfection, sullen and angry like a Cat 3 hurricane too far offshore to be noticed, sad and angry like the hot tears you once cried so long ago in July.
Diana Perry
i have too much to keep
too little to share
too vague to make clear
too soft for a love like yours
…because friendship and intimacy are subjective, and there isn’t a widely used scale researchers share to define those concepts across studies. Closeness can be particularly squishy.
today i mourn for the things i never get to explain, left unsaid, silenced under pressure. i wish i don’t remember them so vividly.
when i think about where i’m coming from i fall into a deep dark abyss with no end in sight.
i love it when days go dark and rainy. it’s like somebody up there push a pause button and we’re allowed to mourn at once for whatever it was that we lost on our way to here.
maia diaries