That’s the thing
with inducing
sadness,
eventually,
it becomes
a way of life.
/kritika.
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With every gaze,
you make me more aware of my being.
With every word,
you resonate the silent creeks that mark my life's flow.
With every smile,
you silence the deafening screams for help.
With every touch,
you make this flesh feel like skin.
With every grasp,
you crush fears that run wild through my veins.
With every whisper,
you tremble the foundation of all my doubts.
With every kiss,
you fuel the rusty machine that is my heart.
And with your very presence,
you restore my faith in realm of felicity.
/kritika.
Que el mar me consume.
Que el rincón más profundo de él me haga soñar con tu cuerpo junto al mío.
Que la orilla se convierta en un recuerdo de un concierto donde canten las olas y bailes tú.
/kritika.
The moment you
held me close enough
for our breaths to synchronise,
I knew I was suffocating you.
/kritika.
Some shadows are
too hard to
run away from.
Sadly because
most of them are
our own.
/kritika.
And this is
the beginning of
the many lasts we’re
going to experience.
/kritika.
My way of life
is the perfect example
of how one shouldn’t
live it.
/kritika.
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