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I would describe my eyes filled with water as

“ An avalanche waiting to happen.”

The moon keeps me sane, each night it returns to me so i can fix my broken self all again.

- حور فاطمة

I was once a withered flower

But call me now, victory.

Call me now, a wildflower.

I seek no help nor do I seek hope, I am now a dead body carrying a thriving soul.

Somedays I wonder if my older self will be able to survive with the dreadful memories I’m creating for it now.

Other days I wonder if I’ll even make it that far.

Why is that i feel more of everything when my eyes are shut and nothing at all with my eyes wide open ?

It feels as if I’m webbed in a daze, as if my longing heart’s ablaze.

When there’s nothing left of me and my heart is cold, at least every human I’ve known, a part of me their heart will hold.

I’ve been rebuilt only to be demolished again, Yet I’m hoping only to be hopeful again.

Each time I pour my heart out on a paper and drain that piece of paper, I’m left with the elixr of my relentless heart.

and if I disappear someday, ask the moon where I’m hiding.

But the irony is, I threw myself into the deepest waters, hoping I wouldn’t drown.

I love how my life endlessly gives me reasons to never stop writing.

A huge wave of love lashes upon me

A wave comes and goes, even if it goes away at least I’m drenched in love again.

Maybe my heart longs for freedom too,

Maybe my heart wants to be freed of the cage too; the rib cage.

The water surrounding you isn’t what drowns you, letting that water inside you does.

“I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away”

— Vincent Van Gogh

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