I Found The Mermaid Sitting On The Ground, Her Dress Torn At The Hem, Her Makeup Running Down From Tears.

I found the Mermaid sitting on the ground, her dress torn at the hem, her makeup running down from tears. I stood with my hands in my pockets. You might mistake me for a father scolding his daughter. I summoned all the disappointment and pity appropriate to the scene. She looked up slowly, as if waiting for some harsh words. Perhaps a reminder of her poor choices. I stood in silence for a moment.

‘How many times is this going to happen?’

i thought about you

my fingertips ran down my body

a loving scalpel on my stomach

i touched myself to the thought of you

and i felt engulfed by the memories

you’ve seen me naked

and you kissed me all over

so no, these memories

will never go away

There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it, you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before.

Yes, you know what evil costs.

Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit

i think spitting in a guy's mouth would be beneficial to my mental health

sometimes all I do is school, work, and sit in my room.

i occasionally like to go out because it reminds me that the world is still here.

i can hear it

and when im in my head i cant hear it.

it disappears, it’s dark, absent of life.

douleur-douce/douxsouffrance, can you hear me?

"i am my own ghost haunting the memories i love most."