venus

Venus has always been intense
Whether that intensity is in the beauty it holds or in it’s destructive nature doesn’t matter, venus is pleasant anyways. As a planet, the atmosphere would crush anything that pierces through it, was the “planet of love” ever meant to bloom as such?
On the other hand, such word is often associated with beauty, love, brightness. Even named after a goddess, one would like to think about it’s gracefulness and yet that word seems unfit.
Instead “dramatic” embraces it’s identity much better than any other description.

I find comfort in every aspect of it, the slip of the word in my tongue feels ambiguous, nonetheless familiar. It’s beautiful isn’t it?, however…
i wonder if it’s filled by rage, it’s heat never withering: From outside; a privilege, from inside pure chaos. “earth’s sister planet” they say, but not enough to be it. To me, Venus is unexplainably hopeless, desperately seeking for a way to stand out
Therefore, if you happen to find something good in it, i’m flattered.
I go by the nickname of “venus” entirely by my view on it. We don’t know each other, but i care about your opinion stranger, do you find gentleness in evil?

My writing makes no sense, it's a puke of words that have torn my limbs, organs and heart. These thoughts stay in my head haunting me, rotting inside of me.
Everything’s performative, and a bunch of blurbs that i hope can fill the aching gap i have whenever i’m confronted by my obnoxious existence.