Tag: love
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to be here & to be with you
I wonder if I could ever be Neruda, Rumi or Green. If I could ever have their knowledge to hold a pen and name the wildest world I create. I wonder if I can ever be enough and not enigmatic. Despite having so much of you in my heart, I still can’t fabricate about how…
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humanness in my ribcage
As I watched the children younger than me—plucking grasses off the lawn and gifting it to the sun above. As I watched my mother fight her traumas, and as I watched the people around me waking up to carry their burden, and so easily smiling at the strangers they met. I began to fall in…
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Mosaic
I have loved a million people. Their pieces, their late night wonder, their sensation; rain and thunder and their sun lit skies. I have loved a million people; people I brushed past, people i never met and people I lost over the time. Their versions that exists in each of our universe, and their emptiness…