The Other Eye

...arms of the Ocean delivered me.

Oh teen angst…

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Dust to Dust

It’s not your eyes
It’s not what you say
It’s not your laughter that gives you away 
You’re just lonely 
You’ve been lonely, too long

All your actin’
Your thin disguise 
All your perfectly delivered lies
They don’t fool me
You’ve been lonely, too long

Let me in the wall, you’ve built around 
And we can light a match and burn it down 
Let me hold your hand and dance ‘round and ‘round the flame 
In front of us
Dust to …

You’ve held your head up
You’ve fought the fight
You bear the scars
You’ve done your time 
Listen to me- 
You’ve been lonely, too long

Let me in the wall, you’ve built around 
And we can light a match and burn them down 
And let me hold your hand and dance ‘round and ‘round the flames
In front of us
Dust to Dust…

You’re like a mirror, reflecting me 
Takes one to know one, so take it from me 
You’ve been lonely
You’ve been lonely, too long

 

-Civil Wars

This is one reason why the erotic is so feared, and so often relegated to the bedroom alone, when it is recognized at all. For once we begin to feel deeply all the aspects of our lives, we begin to demand from ourselves and from our life-pursuits that they feel in accordance with the joy which we know ourselves to be capable of. Our erotic knowledge empowers us, becomes a lens through which we scrutinize all aspects of our existence, forcing us to evaluate those aspects honestly in terms of their relative meaning within our lives. And this is a grave responsibility, projected from within each of us, not to settle for the convenient, the shoddy, the conventionally expected, nor the merely safe.

Audre LordeUses of the Erotic

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I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

—Frida Kahlo