Maria Kreyn, Alone Together

I call for a new tomorrow,

but hold yesterday's hands tightly,

the grip is powerful,

and the darkness is obscure to most.

I thrive in the sun,

I feel the gentle rhythms.

- Anneshwa

The wind overwhelms me, the dusk overwhelms me, the cars, the lights, the crowd, the emptiness, the dark, the light, everything overwhelms me. The dews on the veins, the mourning birds, the talking grains and the longing trains. Everything aches, everything burns, everything overwhelms. The existence, and the disappearance.

-Ann 🌻

I knew love & adoration,

now I know sundering & longing.

Being touristy in your own city is a different kind of happiness.

There are some things that fill me with lumps of emotions, someone touching my hand, looking deep into someone's eyes, sky changing it's colors, clusters of clouds forming weird and beautiful shapes,the setting sun, someone's giggle .

- Anneshwa✨

Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Sinan Antoon, from “In The Presence of Absence,”

it is true, we do not know the existence of something, until it is felt in one way or another. the sunset was not known, before its brilliance in crimson, blush, and magenta was seen evolving across someone’s vision. thunder was not feared and hidden from until it was heard booming into a person’s eardrums. sunlight was not warm until it gazed upon a strangers naked skin. and i am forever misunderstood until my words land upon the hearts that need them the most. and what could be more prevailingly real than that.

Sky's pink as she is shy,

we're looking at it's beauty and she wonders why?

We're all like the sunset skies ✨

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if i was in a jane austen novel i would be the one sent to the seaside for my health