-August.

they don't see the dew on the leaves which were my tears because those aren't from my eyes.

they don't know i cannot cry because i am just an echo of desert, and everything is dry.

instead of my eyes, my heart cries.

my heart yells evertime a nail is pierced on my soul which is so concealed that it is as invisible as air.

i have no place to shed tears. i have no home to weep.

for me, these leaves cry. they know the pain i am enduring. they understand my heartache.

i have eyes but they see me more. they are my companion in my best and worse. they give me a way to breathe.

i could never be more thankful to what earth gave me and how soil is always giving me a place to keep my feet on.

i am fortunate enough to have a friend no one else has.

-Aakriti.

i will end up disappointing people if i do something for myself and that is fine.

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

I think everything in this whole universe is about love and art. And when it's not about love and art then it's about the absence of love and art.

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Ronald W. Sousa, The Passion According to G.H.

what doesn't kill me makes me want to die.

@taylorswift do you know me enough to miss me?

WILL THIS END WITH ME ?

all my midnights are like this, loveless and soulless.

when i turn off the lights

I'll not run but stand there

so the ghosts can take me

and wipe away my tear

oh how i dare to be that

i should be scared instead

but that's not me

and i will rather choose be dead

when the ghost comes near

i will ask it something

are you real.?

or are you too pretending.?

"i am too heartless", I'll say

but with skin and bones

and you're void darkness

like everyone knows

yet i could feel you shivering

just as frightened as me

you and i are no different

we are tied, even when we're free

~august/fictionflaws