a rough draft. for me, fear and intimacy walk hand-in-hand.
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“It’s a survival technique. It’s an act of worship. It’s your hand resting upon my knee.”
12:54am | I haven’t been myself lately—I’ve been dreaming of the sea
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I still feel you in the autumn breeze, I still hear you in the birds that sing, amarys dejai
“All my friends are tired of knowing what it is I’m going to say before I say it. I am afraid that I will love you forever and we will never be in the same room again.”
—THE FEAR//CLEMENTINE VON RADICS
In response to the question: what is yearning? // amarys dejai
Today is the first day of October, and I feel less afraid than I have been.
—journal entry, amarys dejai
“But you will soon leave back to the place you have been longing for. And when you get there, another woman will find her way into your veins. She will pull my hairs out from your carpet, wash my fingerprints from your walls, and throw out my skeleton that you kept in the closet. She will try to lay me to rest, but I will always be restless. I will be doomed to haunt a heart that never belonged to me and to linger in the moment where our eyes first met. I cannot go back to the place I have been longing for.”
— A HAUNTING or I’M SORRY, I SAID I WASN’T GOING TO WRITE ABOUT YOU ANYMORE / amarys dejai
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ARTISTRY | a repost of an older poem, except the formatting is changed more to my liking
BAPTISM // I’ve never been religious, but when I first saw you I fell to my knees and silently prayed for your eyes to hold my gaze just once.
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“I want to be missed. I want to make someone ache.”
—from a journal entry, AMARYS DEJAI
“Your eyes—the shade of the soil of the earth. I’ve dreamt of being buried in both.”
—from a love letter, amarys dejai