i live in the delicious tension of the in-between. i worship its threshold, carve my initials into the soured oak, leave my lipstick on its aperture. a goodbye kiss with a blade underneath. i love crossroads, twilights, coastlines—all the in-betweens that rupture, like a flared blood vessel, if too much pressure is applied. you have to be
all the concepts u explore are always so intriguing to me and ur wording and structure always plays into the pacing and theme and tone so well that it never fails to take me on a journey. ur an excellent poet <33
thank you, you’re incredibly sweet. <3 i don’t even notice it but you’re right, i shift the tone and structure depending on what it is. i’ll write with that more in mind now :)
One of your notes reminded me of this post, and I came back to read it again. After all, we live in the in-between, in the stillness of the ocean. It’s fascinating how the ocean itself can feel like an in-between space: neither one thing nor another, constantly becoming, yet simply existing. It is without needing to be defined. It just is. And perhaps we are the same - we are always somewhere between what we were and what we are becoming.
we are definitely existing in an in between state too :) perhaps you’re right , it’s just a transitory experience this life , in this shell 🐚💖 thanks so much again for reading and commenting ✨
all the concepts u explore are always so intriguing to me and ur wording and structure always plays into the pacing and theme and tone so well that it never fails to take me on a journey. ur an excellent poet <33
thank you, you’re incredibly sweet. <3 i don’t even notice it but you’re right, i shift the tone and structure depending on what it is. i’ll write with that more in mind now :)
„kiss with a blade underneath” - incredible line. Lovely piece, Lia x
tysm :) always appreciate you 💖
One of your notes reminded me of this post, and I came back to read it again. After all, we live in the in-between, in the stillness of the ocean. It’s fascinating how the ocean itself can feel like an in-between space: neither one thing nor another, constantly becoming, yet simply existing. It is without needing to be defined. It just is. And perhaps we are the same - we are always somewhere between what we were and what we are becoming.
we are definitely existing in an in between state too :) perhaps you’re right , it’s just a transitory experience this life , in this shell 🐚💖 thanks so much again for reading and commenting ✨