the cracks of a broken dream

i don't think it’d be necessary to discourse on the dread. however the relief comes from the newly found knowledge. the acceptance that lists the dread angle by angle until it’s submerged in a new position. 

he’s too intense when it comes to where he places me. what i had felt on that that vanished completely — he barely knows me. he barely knows. 

action as if they had found their savior. i won’t meet any requirements on that matter — i barely save myself. i barely save. 

there’s intolerance to show and be shown emotions. 

Elena Yushina, (Ukrainian b.1958), Where Broken Dreams, Oil on canvas  

and i must make it clear to whoever reads: a love beating heart does not automatically translate to wanting back. it’s a wound that hurts at the thought of reopening. but the light’s still there, gleaming through the cracks. 

 the cracks of a broken dream.