Harry Lopez

Biography

"From my rotting body flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch

if you don't heal what hurt you, you'll bleed on those who didn't cut you.

"I feel helpless whether I'm donning an armour or I'm standing naked." "And what is it about helplessness that you hate the most?" "Putting on a fight knowing damn well that I'm gonna lose." "Yanked into a battle where I'm fated to hurt just because I'm standing. And it reaps its pleasure from breaking my armour if I were to face it prepared; one gauntlet and the next, it strikes into my helm until all that's left is my trembling heart behind the breastplate. It relishes in its terror. "Isn't the fact that not all the outcome of helplessness is catastrophic as you deem it be give you hope? That sometimes it's the same as the dawn tearing its way from the darkest hours of the night and not always are you left just a shred of who you used to be but made prepared for the blessing you're to be given." "But it ruins it for you. The times where a hand was extended to your cheeks to strike you builds in you an impulse to flinch if one day a hand wanted to caress you and dry away your tears. The times you felt an excitement for something or someone for it to end like the bells announcing your death incinerates whatever little excitement you had in you to welcome even the most kindest of souls, the most beautiful of times."

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