Aya Speaks

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WONDER. LIVE. LOVE. WRITE

ALWAYS TRY.

A young blemish fueled with flaws and experiences.

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Leaves

When the wind is bad,

and the weather is sad

I know, always

the time and seconds, you fall

Little by little,

And when the wind,

gives a warm embrace

And the weather,

gives hope and grace

Little by little, you’ll grow

The shadows of the past,

finally turned into white

You won’t fall,

and you won’t fall again

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I am once happy.

Walking on the school ground, fast as I could. Heading to the school’s choir to attend the practice for our performance, maybe our last, it was the last. With jackets on to hide something incomplete. Happily greeting each person I crossed with, I am happy. Hours passed, somewhat near, someone is looking. I am focusing on the lyrics and notes that the person behind is giving us. Repeatedly, it happened. The day just passed to the way it supposed to happen, without even knowing something and someone is about to come.

A couple of days passed, now I am heading to my safest place with Him. Wearing smiles, praying for at least a minute. As I finished leaning, weary hearts starts to ponder without any reason. A known man came, and tell something that makes me even wonder.

I am once happy.

Monday. A pink-colored letter was given with a picture of a man widely smiling. Here we go again, my heart starts to act as if she controls everything inside and outside my body. I am afraid, I am not capable of experiencing this kind of situation. I read.

I am once happy.

Tuesday. A not so lighter pink-colored letter was given without knowing who’s the man behind it. Starting to search for the feeling I want to feel, or I don’t actually know. I read.

Wednesday. A white-colored letter was sent. Starting to get hints about who’s the man behind it. Now, I have the courage to read it. A not so long letter, but full of concerns and a little flower.

I am once happy.

Thursday. No letter was sent. But a name starts to clearer as it gets. Still, my heart is searching for the feeling I am supposed to feel. I am afraid.

Am I happy?

Friday. A sorry was sent. A name once getting clearer and feels happier.  A name once giving a letter, now apologizing for giving a letter.

It was Monday.

Hours passed, somewhat near, someone is looking. The day just passed to the way it supposed to happen, without even knowing something and someone is about to come. Someone is about to leave.

It was Monday. Another letter was sent. A letter stored in a box of hopes and love. A letter was never been red. 

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It's not about how much you do, but how much love you put into what you do that counts

Mother Teresa

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And all will be alright in time. 🦋

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“Or maybe I should restore myself outside this dark room”🦋🦋🦋

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“Everything, in time”

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“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine” 🦋

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“Godsent those eyes to get me through the night, And all the shadows of the past fade into white”

                                                          - Godsent, by Ben&Ben🦋

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What’s your happiest place? 🦋

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She continually walks on a gloomy world, with kindness. She couldn’t stop, walking gently, praying she’ll reach it.  🌼✨ 🦋🦋🦋