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I come back to these pages when what I really want to do is run to you.

And I know I can't, because I don't want to. I always saw love stories where lovers fell apart, they were torn apart, I heard of stories, of relations that parent's wouldnt approve of, where society wouldnt approve of, I knew of all such stories - I just never thought I would be living one.

Because I also knew stories of when love won, I also saw stories where you fought for love, where you waited and waited, and never gave up. I also saw stories that felt like they were written right out of fairytales, and I always believed that was true. I always believed in those kind of stories. I look so well put together, you should see how I break when I fall, and I always do, but I now know how to pick myself back up. I didn't want to, but now I do pick myself back up, but I just don't know what to do of this love, where can I put it down?

-trustonlystars

[dg-fragments]

Over the horizon

Perhaps over the horizon, there is a place, Not bound by time or barriers, Where we can enjoy each other's presence, Away from the world and its catastrophes, Maybe we can rejoice in watching the setting sun, Side by side a coconut palm tree, I will always remember you, For you brought a peace that can not be refuted, Your aura drove through me an emotion I can not explain, So I write, giving life to those feelings within me, In the form of words and verses, That you, only you have inspired.

- DG

Artwork and inspiration credits: @trustonlystars​ =)

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Poetry is the softest way to hold a memory.

Happy World Poetry day | trustonlystars

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When you lose your pet, the grief shows up in your body. It's in my routine, hides behind the muscle memory. It's in the morning hugs. The 'Good morning bubu'. Sleepy eyes. Slow stretch. Asking for treats.

We used to walk out of the room, and she would sit next to the shelf where her treats and meds were kept. I'd wipe her eyes clean first, apply some oitment, and offer a treat. I don't know what to do when I wake up now, I stay in my bed longer. I've lost my anchor. I can't throw away her eye ointment. There's a routine attached, and my body still remembers it.

My hands reach out to pet, to caress, to hold. I miss her scent. My feet are careful as I get out of bed, not to step on her. There's no one. My feet still pause. It's when I open any food pack. No footsteps come running to me. She's not there, I still wait. Its when I open the door to receive an order, my foot reaches out to stop her so she wouldn't go barking at the delivery person. How do I tell myself not to do it?

How do I tell my hands we can’t caress her anymore? How do I stop looking for her? There's grief in my body, it's in my routine. It's in remembering the yearly vaccination dates, knowing the time to deworm. It's in taking care. How do I tell myself that there's no one to take care of?

There's grief in every corner. It lives quietly. My body hasn’t learned that she’s gone.

- trustonlystars | I miss you Obu

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I want my most magical news to come to me when I am doing what I love doing, when I am talking about magic to an audience full of people who really want to know, when I am backstage, couple of minutes before delivering one of most magic performances, when I am coaching someone who reminds me of past younger self, showing them the road, the one that exists but you dont know it does, the very same road that I did not see so it took me a lifetime to get to that destination but here I was handing it out to someone who could skip that distance and listen to me only because they believe in my learnings. I want my most magical news to be delivered to me when I make magic happen, and just then, magic decides to visit my life instead. I want my magical news to come to me when I am not thinking about it at all.

- trustonlystars | Jannie

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Life has taught me enough about when to not give up. I have learned that giving up before time only increases our pain and everyone else's. It takes away that one last card that miracle had to play. Miracles are always looking for a heart that is filled with love, waiting for one glimpse- miracles go to their door. Not someone who has put out the lights on the main door and sits inside weeping. Miracles always find the one who lights lamps in every corner; with faith that the darkness will give itself up for our light.

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Keep knocking, and I’ll keep falling. There must be somewhere I can go after all this, you’re convincing me this love won’t be easy. My heart has stopped at the gate. I’m not carrying any shields to this battlefield. You said I must fight, I’m here to be defeated. And you must see how I bleed. Every single bruise will bleed, and my bare hands will fall next to me. The seasons are gone, the story is over, the songs have stopped playing. Turn me into ashes, please. I’ll trust your plans. I will. Just tell me, but the angels don’t know what to say. They’re standing with me in defeat. If everyone I knew lost, then who won?

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I kept telling myself; I would walk away, further away from you. But it was one of the destined moments, a candlelight dinner we did not plan. You sat there, looking flawless, my eyes couldn't hold your gaze. The warm candle light falling over your face, and your eyes sparkled. I could see all our love scripted in history come alive.

Every single moment of our love sat down with us on that table that night. As if I was looking at you for the first time, and time kept turning its pages. I remembered your smile from the first time I met you. All it took was a little candlelight so I could see the man you’ve grown into. This is a love story that writes itself. I dropped the pen ages ago, walked away from these pages, but this story is still filled with fresh ink.

I am quite a broken soldier in love, I was ready to leave the battlefield; I did not come prepared for bruises on my heart. Time and again, I kept looking for ways to look away, but you found a way to look at me, as if I am the only truth you've ever met. Your eyes tell a story, how a roaring wave can sit calm as a drop in front of you.

Everything around us conspires to bring us together. My fears have stepped aside, they're paving a path, even they want to see our love shine.

- trustonlystars