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nobody can live this life unscathed. by the time you are in your late 20s, not only have you been through some trauma and are damaged in multiple ways, you've probably lost the light in your eyes and have forgot how to dream. or maybe it's different for you (I hope that is the case). but what I am trying to say is that your issues, your wounds, your sadness would have not scared me away. I am not afraid of broken people, dented people. I think that's inevitable when you're living this life. what I am afraid of is people who are delusional, people who are evasive, and people who are manipulative. that's what I'm afraid of. all my brokenness? I never expected you to fix it. if I'm being honest, I think that's one of my favourite things to do — to work on myself. to heal, to understand, to elevate. so why would I put that on you? did I, however, want you around supporting me? hearing me out? understanding me? of course. so much. and I wanted to do the same for you. because I understand — nobody can go through this life unscathed. I would buy you coffee and you would buy me books and we'd pick flowers together and understand each others triggers and pacifiers. we'd hold hands and laugh and cry and record embarrassingly funny videos of being silly and talking nonsense. we'd soothe each other, we'd make each other smile. don't you see? it was always this simple. why did you have to go ahead and complicate it, then? do you really think any one can go through this life unscathed?
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There was a time when I was desperate to be in love. Now I'm desperate to be out of love.
I forgot to ask to BE loved.
I can't keep trying for someone that doesn't want me.
Don't like you anymore. I love you, I'm damned with it. What matters is that you don't.
It's okay that its over
I've learnt that I can love. That I can feel so strongly, overwhelmingly, obsessively. I know how not to do it now.
You've taught me to never trust You've shown me how much it can hurt.
And I'm worth it. More than you are.
I'll never love anyone like I loved him. No one's ever gonna love him like I did.
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have i found you without words
or lost you in their courage
not to move, from
forward silk cells weave cocoons
for us to burst, proof you can flourish
growing inside her body
floating toward your undertaking
finally,
like eager deity heralds arriving
to meet me hills surrounding, with the news
of his surviving, his building castle
and my free will to turn around, besides
i search every way much more
desperately through the forest for
my initial motivation, did my love
serve any purpose, and he knows
when to emerge and mistake
me unsure
as so faithful to time, crime occurs
lurking for promissory exchange
heed this silence in our sitting,
how we wanted to be
alone more than anything, but then there
in those precious moments we said nothing,
in dreams you stop me
between more formative scenes
to ask what can be done before the wind
carries me above as i, even before signs
creep toward god, carried by angels
who ignited some care in me
that you could not touch (though i am
fair to misjudge)
and now that i am not true,
what can you do to
place me in charge of your courage,
how can you ask me to bleed
and the crying unheard of, without
witnessing or shedding
independently i, would lie for you
deeply, though
i do not claim responsibility
for your nature or its currents, much less
intrepidity; later
hurried bluebirds gather
listening carefully to learn how we
exchange pictures without sound: diamonds
cursed now formed under
bones we cover
both our mouths i cannot be sure,
but maybe i saw her,
maybe she came after
your soaring heard for miles
down to earth i could have sworn
i just
missed the lady though the ground
does not mistake me,
in summary
you
transverse the sky and i
outpace you fondly, he
blinks deeply between realizations of mistakes
she, knows what is coming, and she waits.
the
universe between what i want
and what you deserve
is shrinking
the future is none of your concern
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If you cannot escape it,
As it will always be a part of you,
What do you do
When the bruises heal
But the pain lingers and continues to bloom?
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• The Art Of Letting Go •
Letting go is a subtle art, one that requires the patience of an artist and the resilience of a mountain. It's never easy to release the hold on someone who captured your heart with a smile, a touch, a whispered word. The connection, once vibrant and life-affirming, now feels like a weight, dragging you into the depths of sorrow.
It's in the quiet moments, when the world is still and your mind is loud, that the pain sharpens. You replay memories like an old film, each scene filled with what once was and what might have been. Their laughter echoes in your mind, their scent lingers in the air, the mental picture of their smile haunts you and every place you revisit seems like a torture. The heart, fragile ,breaks under the strain, splintering into pieces that feel impossible to mend.
But letting go is also an act of courage. It means choosing to see beyond the hurt, to recognize that your worth isn't diminished by their absence. It's finding the strength to wake up each day and breathe, even when it feels like the air has been stolen from your lungs. It's accepting that love, in its truest form, sometimes means setting someone free, even if it means facing the darkness alone.
The process is not predictable. Some days, the wounds will feel fresh, the pain as raw as the moment they walked away. Other days, you'll catch a glimpse of a new dawn, a hint of hope that maybe, just maybe, the future holds promise. Each step forward is a proof to your strength, a quiet victory over the ache that tries to keep you bound.
In the end, the art of letting go is about rediscovering yourself. It's about finding joy in your own company, celebrating your own achievements, and nurturing the dreams that were set aside. And as time weaves its healing thread through your heart, you'll find that the pieces, though changed, come together once more, creating a mosaic of beauty.
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The sound of your voice is the undoing of my soul, the surrendering of my all. The crystalline clarity that is your voice is the sun as it moves over a flower-filled field in spring. I hear the chime of bells in your laughter, and it calls me from afar to pray. I recognize the sound that calls me home, I turn, I search, and I find the one my heart belongs to.
e.v.e.
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I’ve always been afraid, because
the moment someone gets
close, and
looks deeply in my eyes they’ll see all of my
demons
swirling around in my eyes.
I don’t want to dim the light in
someone else’s eyes.
They don’t know
what they’re getting involved in.
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Cicada Sentences Vol. 2, 7.9.24 “Lunch Break"
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Call me up out of the blue (bedsheets) And exhale me with hello’s into the sky Dressed and impressed where sky and land meets Tear up the scene and a slice of pizza (and sigh)
Send me into your space, before any embrace How the fire holds the wood How the humidity endears sweat to your face Must that sweet moment, tender as it should
Glimmer like golden starlight on the blank canvas Hurried am I called to order (lunch) Is this sun-cancered-burnt flush or blush come to pass Reaching towards a bite–towards her
Speak to me and I will smile (brimming ear to ear enraptured) Against the blue sky, your sunrise sight, worth every while
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I know now how the pines felt, in those heady first few days, when flowers bloomed for the first time. I understand how their resin dark hearts cracked and they spread their arms willingly to the cold forgetfulness of snow. You are four states and nine hundred miles away, and oh, how I know what the pines felt, when the fickle butterflies abandoned them, forever… ~~~~~ weird fact: butterflies are much older than flowering plants
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you have all this sadness inside of you and you don't know where to put it
you try to bottle it in your tears then run away from them in dreams
but sleep evades you until the small hours of the night
you're afraid of tomorrow afraid of carrying the pain for yet another day
so you try to talk to your friends eat dinner and laugh and forget about the demons in the shadows
you try to spend time alone and listen to your heart be kind and not pick yourself apart
but no matter how hard you try
it's a never drying well and even though you attempt to brush it off and scatter it in the corners around you
in the end
you still have all this sadness inside of you and nowhere to put it
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another year is ending and I want you to know that it is okay if you:
have not healed from the things that happened/did not happen from six months ago. just because the year is ending it does not mean your grief is too.
don't have any "fun" NYE plans to ring in the new year. this life is yours to live across days and months and years, and you can celebrate days other than the ones heavily marketed and shoved down your throat to shroud you in severe FOMO.
have no resolutions or goals for 2024 laid out in elaborate lists or shared on social media or with your friends. you are braving through this life trying to do your best every day and hold the fort and so of course you know, deep down you know what is needed from you for you going forward and of course you are going to work in that direction. good luck love.
have not become a "better" version of yourself by any of the tangible or conventional measures. that kind of bettering is mostly to serve others, not yourself.
are not happy with yourself/your life as it is now. you're a work-in-progress, remember? and if you're progressing in a direction you do not like, then it's time to change the blueprints and the strategy.
take time off social media around this time to protect your mental health and whatever little joy you have managed to keep.
don't want to spend too much time reflecting on how this past year went and doing various forms of 2023-wrapped. again, it's your life. you can also revisit this year in memories and pictures and feelings whenever you'd like. it's not like you don't still visit 2012, 2017, and 2022, right?
feel disconnected from your friends, family, lover. I know this is "ideally" a time to be celebrated with your loved ones. but life is not ideal, is it? it's just life. and if right now you are not feeling the love, the joy, or just don't have the headspace or social energy to engage , that's alright.
are finding comfort in simpler things like a TV show from the 90s or that book you first read at sixteen or that slice of strawberry cake or a random post like this you come across.
don't feel hopeful, encouraged, or excited for 2024. given everything that's happened in the last couple of years, on the macro and micro level, it's only natural for you to feel weary as well as wary. when the good things happen, when the healing happens, when things begin working in your favour over time, you will automatically feel all those things. it's okay if until then you choose to be neutral.
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I was sitting in that broken balcony
Watching a little bird
This little bird, with a loud orange beak and bright green feathers
There it was on the saddest trees, that shed all its leaves
Standing crooked and bare among the other lush tall trees
And right on a scanty small branch at the very top
Sat my little birdie, on the lookout.
Looking for something, restless and alone
The way his neck went all around
Whenever he heard any sort of a sound
He waited a while and started singing,
It wasn't pretty bad, though I couldn't judge by birdie standards
Other birds flew around, some perched for awhile
And flew away after awhile
My little bird ruffled his fluffy green coat
Brought up his wings showing off his beauty
A sight to see, though I wasn’t the one he sought to impress.
Looked here and there, hoping to find his mate
But now how much longer would he wait?
Now I was watching myself,
In that little bird.
He was nothing wrong
But had to wait too long
We were a lot more the same
Not knowing when to let go
We waited, and waited
And waited,
Nothing.
I was about to get up
This was starting to hurt
And then showed up this crow,
There were a lot more around
Together, in their nests
This one, came up to my birdie
Sat down on a lower branch and watched
My guy didn't care at first
Then he turned around
They were nothing alike
Big and small, dark and bright
But they were alone.
I watched
They stared.
A lot went through
A lot I saw
A lot I won't say
And then they flew away
Each their own way
Opposite to the other
And all I could think was
Maybe we werent so different
This little bird and I
Only he knew,
When to walk away
While I was still here
Sitting in that broken balcony
Cause somewhere, in a dream I dare not say
I see them fly away to gather and build their nest.
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i’ve studied every window
since you left
you could be anywhere and i wouldn’t know
unless i check, and
where you were is a pulse toward
where i am now, stumbled footing between
holes in the ground without the
steadying predictability
of your lyrical honesty
how, no ring surrounds you go
controvert, without boundaries
and i bet you were found, by someone in the desert
murmuring nonsense,
glowing as static: plutonian
tapestry of quiet synonyms
for love, for magic,
And elected not to come back,
little sings my new practice
since you do not renounce
my title, it’ll be a century before
anyone finds out
how we were speaking to each other and still
never will they know our infinities, the
summary drives you crazy i know
darling, i know, i haven’t said
a thing, but you still tell them about me,
and i
in the dark am lingering with your
descriptions hidden between gazes
handed out to empty faces should you
find your own image would you
make it straight home, and could we work
between two zones
of contact as power,
how we cower when we speak together,
you reading my imitation your
shirt stained by the after hours, the
games we played to soothe our shadows
no, i will not answer only to outgrow
how i feel within seconds, and
that’s why i love you, i am
never your lesson but always our moment
so, will the next ride to wherever you
hide accept an elegy as payment, as
every time i try not being afraid
i am with you, again on the pavement, and
nothing if not consequence would say this but
i did not tell anyone for this reason,
for
just you will know my answer: and
after you return, will the hunters flee running
you are all that must save me, or should i seek
another peace outside your eyes i
cannot speak with that in mind i
should die before you never come back
and i will, though please remove
this fact as you choose
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This winter of my life,
Cold and dry ice
Windows fog,
And tears have dried
Yet they stain my cheeks,
Forever immortalized
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Waltz
The waltz of a leaf As it falls from the tree Light breeze its partner in dance
Twirls and lifts Pirouettes and pauses Until exhausted, until it rests
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Your words enchant the soul like an endless song, a promise of paradise, madness and fire, a whirlwind of emotion in the soul that opens up the sky.
e.v.e.
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