Words By Me - Blog Posts
Random things I wrote amidst exam stress....
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I don't know what was up when I wrote " Everyday something in us dies, then we hope to find it. Our entire life we search for things that died"
BUT HOLY SHITEE
I don't know what was up when I wrote "You can be witness of generosity that will accept more take than give because not one side of the coin makes it of value, of currency" but Holy shite.
After a thousand afternoons ,when my age didn't tick my bones and his would accumulate with candles -I liked how my name sounded off his lips. There was so much reassurance from how he looked at me, like I’m nothing different than him. And right beside the shores of his hometown he asked me
“What are we ?”
I had left even before we could write down an answer. It must’ve been painful to wake up to any empty bed. He must’ve searched his house. He would have called me over and over again. I wouldn't have liked how it sounded off his lips.
“I’ve made a flower crown for you from our funeral flowers and I think they smell of how happy they were once.
Wear them for me while you sleep, close your eyes and don’t be scared. I'll hold the storms for you.” -@ineluctablehere
storm breeze
Today I taste wine
It's very repetitive when I say these words in my head. At least in my head nobody turns back and frowns or runs away from my reach.
I don't lose anything in my head .
I could scream these words out to the blankness that rests inside my head and I'll be perfectly fine. Nothing will die or cease to exist. Most things are alive in my head and only in my head. So when I tell my lips to smile as I hear you laugh, the vastness of the universe tries to stop and stare at you.
I smile and the passing clouds are so bashful that they tint red.
Oh and the rivers are chuckling to themselves.
I've told them about you and they think you could be sunshine or probably words in libraries that great people write.
I write about you like an aftertaste of wine and cake that I had that day. I write about you and the papers try to tell me to be sad because when people leave that's what you are supposed to be. Sad .
@ineluctablehere