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“Do more things that make you forget to check your phone.”

— Unknown

The winter sun in tow behind you,

teeth bared at the wind,

you are autumn’s last ember.

Never would I yearn for summer

in the presence of your lunar smile.

Amidst the city’s electric hum,

I sing only of you,

November,

of the frost that numbs my bones.

Never would I retreat inside

and forsake the glory of autumn’s end.

Part of me dreams to live on the moon, to see a sunset from another world entirely. I’d imagine the most quiet silence possible, if the makes sense. I’d imagine it would be so calming, but maybe lonely.

Part of me dreams to live on the moon, but I would miss the moonlight.

where can I find a lover? someone I can stare at the stars with, or have crazy discussions about literature til 1 am with? a boy who writes me love letters and reads me poetry with his head on my lap. someone to walk around museums with, and then tells me that my beauty doesn’t compare to statues or paintings. where do you get one? 

Senryū IX

Through the misty glass

forgotten truth remains as

pieces are folded .

-t.f.s.

“When we lose certain people, or when we are dispossessed from a place, or a community, we may simply feel that we are undergoing something temporary, that mourning will be over and some restoration of prior order will be achieved. But maybe when we undergo what we do, something about who we are is revealed, something that delineates the ties we have to others, that shows us that these ties constitute what we are, ties or bonds that compose us. It is not as if an “I” exists independently over here and then simply loses a “you” over there, especially if the attachment to “you” is part of what composes who “I” am. If I lose you, under these conditions, then I not only mourn the loss, but I become inscrutable to myself. Who “am” I, without you?”

— Judith Butler, Precarious Life

“I can’t change where I come from or what I’ve been through, so why should I be ashamed of what makes me, me?”

— Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

“Само искам да намеря себе си, изгубих се назад във времето, изгубих се в други хора, в техните мечти, в техните пътища. Искам да се намеря, искам да си помогна, искам да се извиня на себе си, защото не заслужавах да спирам да се грижа за себе си и да се пренебрегвам за другите, защото те винаги са имали план, винаги са имали път, а аз просто следвах пътища, които не бяха моите, мислейки си, че там някъде ще се намеря. “

I find myself in awakening,

time loses it's power to release,

my mind used to be a tower

where no longer It has defeat.

-t.f.s.