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Let's fly to Paris, Kim, all the way to the city of love. I wouldn't hesitate to run while holding your hand in the busy streets. Life is uncertain, and it'll end before we even think it will. Let's fly to Paris, Kim; we'll visit museums and imitate art, drop by small bakeries to taste some croissants with fresh berries. Dance a waltz in the vineyards, climb the Eiffel Tower at night, and watch those endless city lights, contemplating life. Because we think we have a lot of time, we don't love each other to the fullest extent. So let's fly to Paris, Kim, and live and love like there's no tomorrow.

- Sukchu 11:34 pm, 31. May. 2021

July has wind.

August has rain.

Will September have you in it,

To keep my incomprehensible world sane?

Will you be there, in September breeze,

To watch the fallen leaves with me?

’Cause the season of fall isn’t the only awaiting one

That my eyes want to see.

If September would have you in it,

The unfriendly winter would be warm.

December, January passing by with the wintry chills,

Without us having to conform.

Days will pass, and winter will turn into spring,

And something tells me that by March

You’ll be the only one I’d want to cling.

July might have wind, and August might have

The sweetest shower of rain,

But none of that compares to having you in September,

My moon that would never wane.

This one's called "My moon that would never wane"

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I want to visit all the places in which you've left your traces;

meet all the people you've met and shared parts of you.

I want to learn all the languages in which you sing, giggle, pray, and whisper your secrets;

learn the things that draw your attention.

I want to meet the nights you've spent awake and know the questions you've asked,

or the days that made you hold the flower with real petals.

I want to hold your heart and see where it aches,

all in hope I could know you a bit more.

August 12th, 2025

(Rarest of the all)

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With all this void and emptiness in my heart, how can it still feel heavy?

June 5th, 2025

(I continue to feel so)

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Teach me how to be fine when my heart weighs more than the existence of my soul.

August 26th, 2022.

How loving you would feel like ?

Would it feel like drowing in the sea losing control over everything?

Or nostalgic like I've missed my lover until I met you,

Or would it ache my bones to love you each day giving you all the love I've stored for you these past years?

I still wonder at times.

Was thinking about it during my class hours instead of paying attention :)

Over these years I've loved so much but I can't confidently say that I was loved adequately in return.

May 15th. 2022

metamorphesque

But I just don't wanna die. I wanna see the world and feel every other emotion and be alive. I wanna live like others.

August 17th, 2022.

metamorphesque

— august, tathève simonyan

[text ID: promises made by june / had rotten / by the time august came. / i’ve mistaken silence with nothingness / and unlearning it asks for courage / i know not how to muster. / this half-empty glass of orange juice, / ever-present on its throne of dust, / on this wooden table, / holds more promise than i ever will. / i, a personified you, for this is not a wall but a mirror / [personified] / i, i mean you, i mean [redacted] / you eat the sun and with your burnt tongue / try to sing songs / not about pain. / don’t you? / in july / [i] you tried to stretch the rare / moments of happiness but our feet / always seemed to stay out of the / blanket / uncovered. / how do i love something without / fully succumbing to it? / you thought you had to die for you to live, didn’t you? / you thought there’s always a spring after a winter / you didn’t think that / this vivaldian symphony hadn’t been written for bodies like ours, . did you? / in july / you didn’t know that loneliness is a crowded town / yet / it’s always been bestowed upon you / to lock the gates / and turn off the lights / every night, / did you? / june made promises it knew it couldn’t keep. / but i shall be wiser / in august.]