قضيت وقتي كله أتساءل إن كان بإمكان المرء أن يسير خلال الحياة وحيدًا بلا أهل ولا رفقاء؛ تساءلتُ فقط كي أواسي ذاتي وأشعرها بأنّنا بخير، وبأنّ هجرَنا جميعَ من أحبَبْنا قبل أن يهجرونا كان وسيظل أكثرَ قراراتِنا حِكمة… ورمَت الحياة الإجابة في وجهي فور ملاحظتها أنني جزءٌ منها، مخبرةً إياي أنّ الشوائب لا مكان لها، …
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Cracking up
If I could learn one single thing, It would be To only exist. Not stone cold, or stone strong, But unbothered by impermanence. Unbothere by whether or not I’m worth being loved. Unbothered, whether I’m worth nothing, Or worth this whole entire world. Is it not the hardest of skills; To only exist? To wait …
Robbed
Of joy, of kindness, and laughter. Of meaning and of hope. Of my voice, and of my shape. A floating cloud fleetingly drowns the earth. I run and yell but I’m a shadow A tiny dot rolling down the meadow. Seeing things from above makes a huge difference. But Noah doesn’t know my name; I’ve …
Gifted
Being here is my occasional reminder that… I don’t know when I’ll stop coming back every time in hopes that I’ll feel better, only to leave feeling more distraught and unworthy. And I know, that I need to get away from here. This place needs to become out of my reach. A hopeful, amnesiac moron; …
Kuzaliwa
Nyota zilitikisaNyota zilipoteaNa kishaNyota ZilitikimaHuu ni kuzaliwa ~♥~
Warm (Death II)
I heard the quiet steps of a small being approaching me from behind. I could easily tell who it was from the scent. “Is everything okay, Denise?” I asked without turning to look at her. “I… can feel my body getting warmer… and I don’t know what is happening, master.” she said hesitantly as she …
Presence
The sound of the leaves Outside the window. The empty, closed, Quiet room. The echoing, unanswered yelling, Towards the end of the house. The unnoticed absence At the dinner table. The unheard voice Of the forgotten. Are your presence. Art credits: Avogado 6.
月
One month since I’ve last seen life.Rivers of gold, and a mesmerizing gaze.Her lips shining bright and coming closeBurning my foreheadA gentle flame of light and comfort. It was good to knowShe noticed I was missing.Wrote me a letter in my blood,Sending love and greetings;Newborn laughter, and ancient kindness. I got to meet the crimson …
Birthmark
When I was a child I asked my mother what the tiny pink patch I found on my body was… She said that when God was making me, the angels thought I was so sweet that they’ve taken a small bite of my tush, just like we use our index finger to steal some icing …
5 Pancake-making hacks no one ever says aloud
Anyone who’s been cooking for some time probably knows well about the whole “finding out things along the way” story. You try a new recipe, then the next time you try it you tweak the procedures a bit, or maybe the ingredients… you fumble around a couple of times until you finally figure out the …
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SingulariT 