I believe in walking to the other side of this life in silence. Find silence and let it overflow.
Читать полностью…There's a time to walk away from anything or anyone. You'll know it has arrived if you give much more than you receive.
Читать полностью…To retort in defiance of the 'now' is to render the past 'you' obsolete, it's to erase the future that you died for.
Читать полностью…Aren't you in love with the silence after everything passed? You admire the footprints you regretted and you see the faults in the things you were proud of.
Aren't you star-struck at the voice that comes out whenever everything is quiet? You give thanks to past lights and present darkness.
~I often ask myself if we're waging war on ourselves solely to know ourselves more.
It becomes a virtue to hide, to keep it a secret when the trusted person speaks for attention and when the doors close and you can't see them anymore, they become a different kind of person and you'd know your name being mentioned in malicious light.
Читать полностью…There are some people that only know kindness and it is beautiful that they would just do it for anyone, no questions asked. You meet them at random places and they have the power to restore the humanity you lost, to put a smile on your frowning face and you find them everywhere. You just have to look.
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The true loneliness that cripples when you're among a sea of people is the fact that you haven't found your like minded people.
Читать полностью…Truth remains apparent to the forgotten and a mystery or better yet a dilemma to the well known.
~Why?
And if she takes her time to draw your face in canvases, envisions the things you would say to her while staring into her soul like the sailor song would if it had eyes, don't take her for granted,
And if she takes her sweet time to read you her favourite line in a book, thinking you would know her more while she gently guides you to her inner world, don't take her for granted.
~now you know your deadly sin?
I am collecting candles on an evening like their aroma is what brings me back to life. As they weep from the fire that I started, I like to watch them change faces. It is like losing control while still being in control of your fate.
I am gathering a glow on the pitch black world, to fill what I can with peace. As the last flicker of light dies, I wouldn't mind if I let it make me lose control.
Engraved with a pen of dying purpose you seem to completely own the fact that things change and nothing lasts like a lonely noon,
Sleeping peacefully in a graveyard in the remembrance of the wisdom of the crossover stream,
Covered with little patches of me like I am still there in that place that is fragile.
I dream for another moment in the harness,
A lover of the stars would appear from the daunting smokes,
I would know the scent of it by name and find solace,
I dream for another glance to a woman's curse,
A fanatic of her scars would emerge and prance,
I would know the scene of survival by heart and find the source of darkness.
I listened to forest green eyes. They told me to keep myself intact so no one would raise a wildfire against me just to entertain in watching my burning body,
I listened to my shadows more often than I let people speak for me. They told me that small doses of reality are found within my boundaries and the walls I raise to the outside galaxy protect and preserve me.
-If the mute speaks, you must listen.
Give your voice to the voiceless and you will be an echo of infinite souls. You will live through everyone you saved.
Читать полностью…It is easier to fall asleep on the edge of a lake somewhere around hawassa than my own bed,
It is easier to laugh at a stranger's joke scripted from miles away than to find comfort among 'friends'
It is easier to read and write without the hammer of responsibility than to mind these words,
It is easier to bury yourself in an unknown graveyard than to be reminded of your legacy or your little marks.
Would you hand a brick to a woman building a world with her bare hands, trap the lights inside her eyes to project on the night sky,
Would you help the fabric of heaven to be draped on earth, allow the stars atop to convince her into waving goodbye,
Would you give her the tools to build a boat out on the turquoise sea, push the waves out of her trail in a heartbeat,
Would you see her thunder like hoizer beat, find the music of her flaw and feat.
I often find myself drenched with sadness. I am afraid I will drip on someone that doesn't deserve it and I will kill them. I am stronger than every person that I ever knew. I am so strong it actually starts to hurt sometimes. I am actually made of steel that I would rather die before I let anyone break me.
Читать полностью…We were entangled by something more than fate. It was a string on your corner of the world that pulled you to me. And for a long time, I loathed what connected us, like it was a curse that violently triggers what could be until I let it stay. I learned to embrace pieces that were yours.
We were torn from one cloth and it was tearing me apart to admit you and I could be the same, that a part of you revives in me when I try to murder it. It was the lifeline that saved me, that saved you when we were away from each other. I think you survive despite duality for everything else compared to living another day is less.