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I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.
Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak (via theliteraryjournals)
I fell in love a higher being
A “Divinity” if you may say
Do you find hard to believe it?
I found Divinity in love…
Oh Divinity!
Free my soul, it demands freedom
Kiss my soul with your love,
Free me with your embrace,
You’re the POWER that takes me to utopia,
My love I ‘m the darkest soul out there,
But you soften my sharp edges,
Keep me by your side,
Keep us together,
What did you do to me?
Where did your heart come from?
What are you made of?
Warmth and love
Keep me inside of your heart.
Forgive me my love
I pour my tears into the waters.
Hoping that no one will notice.
What does it take to make the pain go away?...
The nights are longer and I just can’t seem to speed time...
I am so embarrassed, I am not a real person yet."
I do not want to go away, I need to go away. I have flipped this city upside down, I searched all over to find me and I could not. I need to meet myself in another continent; without society’s assumptions, or my mom’s orders or my friend’s expectations. I need to meet the real me away from everything that was imposed upon me, I want to see me in different streets, I want to listen to my voice in another language, I want to do myself a favor and search for the real me outside my original context. I want to rid myself of my forced nation, and resort to my chosen culture.
My story can never be told. I write it over and over, wherever we find shelter. I write of what I cannot speak: the truth. I write all I know of it, then I throw the pages to the wind. Maybe the birds can read it.
Happens every single moment
Damn Right!
I’d travel through time, I would rearrange the stars, just to be near you.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)