[Notes to self]:
Do not let it submerge you
The habit of half-living
The constant delay of meaning
The special compromises
Do not sit down too often for too long
Do not breathe too shallow
When you lie down in the grass, look up.
When unpleasant words are uttered, do not smile.
Do not make lipstick a habit. Run till you feel sick, and then a little bit more.
Do not browse shops if you have nothing to buy.
When the sun sets, in old brazen boring hues, do not give up.
When tears gather up, do not be upset at them, and when they're done, do not let them gather for the same thing again.
Beautiful body with half shaven legs and smothered memories,
Who did you aim to become with all this hatred?
Why do you soft-talk yourself into silence?
Art does not begrudge you.
Talk to kids. Display your art, for the love it.
Do not deprive the world of your beauty.
Do not mind its callousness, forgive it.
Do not entertain regret. Do not agree if you do not agree.
Things are so simple. If you have nothing to say, do not erase yourself: exist anyway.
To sweep the world of every germ that is you, to yearn softly lest there should be depravity, to lower your gaze lest another should touch it... would you let them compress you so?
If there is no empathy, do not fake it.
[I am tired of delaying myself.
Love me right now].