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I wouldn't mind meeting you again.

I know I would not mind falling in love with you all over again .

I wish things were different .

There would never be someone like you again.

Did you put all your stuff inside .

I wish i could just get my heart back .but it would probably hate me for not being home .

Do you mind if I drop you ?

It would probably help me to remember that you are gone .

I will miss you i guess .

I will think of you for a long long time .

Bye .

If you ever want to fall in love I am here again.

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Slowly slowly it all drifted away. All that I built on the misery of who I was , the grand pretense came down and life once again reached to the end I avoided so long .

That's what they call the play of stars . They mastered it slowly from centuries following the countless souls throughout .Few burn with their rage and few breathe petals throughout their life.

Why me why me and why me ?

Countless hours and none to ask .

So many faces and none mine .

Home of grief and blood shot eyes.

Hold

Hold

Please hold on

So that's how dying feels before death .

Painfully drifting away from everything and still carrying everything in your eyes .

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And if you could you will chase the earth down to get the glimpse of what you lost

What an irony?

To run away so hard that you left your destiny behind .

What a shame to be so fragile that a hold of love was enough to break you down.

Didn't you find yourself on the floor scattered like a glass the next day.

I hope it hurts you the same like all of us.

You can fill yourself with love till your head runs out of hungry ghosts that eats you from inside.

Please no longer visit the graves of people you failed badly . It is a punishment to stand on your failures and cry .

It makes the sky crumble .

Your heart isn't enough when it comes to love . People nearly suck out the soul and keep asking you to breathe freely .

What a lost world.

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If I count people as bridges how many bridges do we cross to finally be at home ?The home where comfort is not short lived ,where there is no ghost who goes for your bones . Where there is light and darkness all together but no fear? How many hearts do I count till I reach one that is not guarded with thorns . A heart that doesn't make my hands bleed. How many years till I can finally lay in bed that fit perfectly throughout all the seasons of life. If I count a year as a lifetime ,how many lives I have lost to find the home ? How much of me is left behind in each heart that I called home ? How long should I walk ?

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The only thing I am left with is a few slow heartbeats saying something that I don't understand no more . I think this will be the last gift from the heart that survived so many cold nights with me. This is the only gift I can give.

Take it as a symbol that once my heart was open like a sky with so much beauty in it. Take it as what it takes to live fully. With all of its loss and with all its sorrow the sky shines and so does the heart till it finally lets go.

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I wish the world could be pretty again.

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I think somewhere all of us are made of beautiful lies that are hidden beneath the skin .Those lies keep eating us from inside and one day we all become a hollow doll on the stages that nobody cares about .

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Deadly and horrifying human existence.

Combined with a raging chihuahua.

I wish it was a joke

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To the quietest corner of my soul where the stars still shine when I talk about the world like i have met every person and been to every place that has ever existed .

The world is in the chaos of asking and running behind everything that passes by . People keep looking for something ...something that might never exist and talk so highly about it . I don't understand the need to be and have anything special at every moment in life.

How come the people you have around is never enough and people far away are worth the look of longing ? How come people forget the art of appreciation ?

The smallness of humans is scary . Every expression is an attack and every word is a myth . Every effort is a death and every choice is an investment . Every other being is so different that it would never fit in what we want so it doesn't need to exist . The brutality of the human heart is terrifying .

To the corners of the world where flowers still grow because someone loves the fragrance please keep existing . To the heart of a child who loves to eat at home and in a calm place please keep existing .

It might not be the world for you . But one day there will be people who will build a world for you .

Slowly .

Ayana .

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3000 posts!

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Sometimes we all become gushing wounds in the hearts of people we love and if it is not the ugliest part of love that we think is so predictable turns into a maze where no matter how much we run we don't find a way out then what it is ?

Is it the letters burnt in a bin or throwing away all the things that remind you of people ? Typical as said by many others.

So many quotes , jokes, paragraphs and books and none of us feels the same like other but still we hang on the words said by others and built a home out of words with our own way to love and when things wrong we keep looking for the answers in the ruins of words written by someone else for someone else and the way they loved.

Somedays we are the golden light that shines through people , but how much is it worth to have that , to hold someone , to know someone as if they are part of you ?

Ayana

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Most of the time you cross the roads once and don't return. Life and moments never return. You keep saying it aloud like a mantra to remind what you hold. People leave so much of them and you crack open every place you own like a mad woman to keep them safe.

Such a soft soft heart. They would stare from afar and try to measure, how much they can dig out from it.

Your eyes keep bleeding. What do you hold in there ? A heart or perhaps a world .

Life and moments don't return. Even if they do, it is never the same. Most of us live with the shadows and they follow all along.

Such a half written lie. Why won't you complete it. You can start from the bottom and cross every road like you never held my hands and got lost in every poem I forgot to mention your name .

It is snowing in your heart. Why won't it drizzle like last summer when I held your hands ?

It kept me safe.

Rain or the hands?

But you won't cross the road again?

And start the moment again or

hold my hands and make me feel safe.

It is you

The cold in my heart .

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Here , you go again

Falling and never hitting the ground

Waiting for the hands or perhaps,

the wind to carry you to a better place.

Do you hear the voices again?

I wish this time, the voices sing

the never ending song

made of heartbeats you loved so deeply.

I hope all the hurt you carry

becomes the wings

and rather than fall you land

softly

like a dream .

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I can count on my fingers how many words have saved my life. There are never so many big and beautiful words . Most of the time people don't utter them from their mouths. You hear them when they hold your hand or try to sit close to you when you smell like a rusting smoke packet.

They might forget it but these kinds of small gestures remain deeply engraved in hardened hearts. It is not that we don't know how to be soft for ourselves. But sometimes that is the only thing you keep doing and it becomes too tiring to go any longer. So this is just a reminder .There is nothing wrong with words , but most of them are used for tearing others apart and the tragedy is we go around singing them like a love song.

So next time the room is lifeless because the person is counting their days or there is someone trying to be best of themselves while slowly drifting away from all of your good times please hold their hand . Please be near them for some time .

Its healing , the kind presence. It feels like a long awaited breath after being under the water for days.

I don't know what else to say . The quiet in water is good but to be able to breathe finally is better .

Ayana

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I just wish your favourite memory never hurts you .

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Today the world falls apart.

Once more I want to set up a stage

and put a show.

I want to rip a part of the sky

and let it die slowly.

Today the world falls apart once again

and I want to burn what remains.

But I was told to be the one in life

Whose name does not bring pain in life.

So I mislead the fire to my own home

and burnt what remains of me to scream

Ayana

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Most of the days I want to eat poetry and spit out so much love that it fills the lungs of every being that comes across me . I want to carry a book that can contain everything I have loved in a lifetime . I want to sit on the graves of all the writers that wrote all these big metaphors and then casually named it a poem about "love "and tell them " how much of us is lost in trying to numb all the love we feel " or " the girl that loves the universe can survive just fine " and make sure they know that they were not alone who felt it deep in their bones . Also the moon still listens the same . I want to tell them my name and countless others who just want to love .

But very few days I just want to breathe out all the love that keeps burning because there is no right place to put it. So I just slowly let it burn. I think most of us want to spit out love but instead we spit out ash and name ourselves as different devils. I wonder if all of them did the same and wrote poetry about it.