this strange solace

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[thisstrangesolace]

your dog licking every inch of your face/a lover's warm lips' imprint on your cheeks, changing the way everything feels/when long distance lovers see each other for the first time/that moment of getting up after a fall which broke your bones, not literally/the goodnight's sleep which you thought comes once in a lifetime/the perfect amount of sugar in that cup of coffee/the body's urge to dance to every tune which floats with the breeze as you pass by your favourite place/at different places, from different things, with different people/the feeling of euphoria is ubiquitous

- Akshara Nair

Day 26, NaPoWriMoxAyaskala'23

[weltenwellen]

Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score

[nothingbutloveforyou]

i think waiting together is a love language. wait for the train with me, so we can talk a little longer. wait for dinner with me, we can slow dance in the kitchen. wait for me until i can talk after crying my eyes out, hold me, we will figure it out. wait for me when it gets rough, i know i can get through this (with you). wait for me in the car, this song is too good to not finish listening to it. wait for the first snow with me, cold red noses and bright eyes. lets wait for each other, i love you.

[thisstrangesolace]

A few weeks ago, my friend and I exchanged sarcastic giggles as we talked about the book, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; how she has given words to thoughts and feelings that often choke us in day to day lives. There's humaneness which can be found in every page. As I continue to read it, there's so much to uncover, maybe about myself, about life. Let's see.

written and felt by @thisstrangesolace

[thisstrangesolace]

We have parts of ourselves that we never reveal to others and either that rots us from the insides or liberates us.

written by @thisstrangesolace

[thisstrangesolace]

I remember when I saw you for the first time.

I still remember

written and felt by @thisstrangesolace

thought/idea inspired by @jessczapalskipoetry 's Instagram post shared on 16th December 2022 and it is so relatable

[flowerytale]

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955

[mjalti]

life goes something like this: you meet the best and the worst of yourself in other people. you come to terms that you are the universe experiencing itself. you get overwhelmed at 3 am being so close to seeing through the veil. you get what you give. and then, the next morning, you do it all over again, all over again, all over again.

[willgrahamscock]

[thisstrangesolace]

50 posts!

50 posts plus 50+ readers, so grateful for this community !!

[thisstrangesolace]

The mystery that writers love is when the readers are unable to figure out whether the writer is talking about their own lives or not? And I love that * evil laughter *

written by @thisstrangesolace

[thisstrangesolace]

Can happiness wrap me up in its arms and keep me closer for a little longer than seconds? Can the bells ring with good news as I step outside my home each day? Is there a way out of dilemmas without hiding under layers of blankets and hoping you don't suffocate? Sadness has somehow made a place in my heart and each time a butterfly flutters its wings, the breeze of happiness dodges my body and passes away. I have come across people who tell me that I am all things good and they ask how am I so chirpy and positive? Right after, I have found myself looking in the mirror and questioning whether people are saying the truth? Sadness swings back and forth so much these days that self-doubt has paved its way into my sense of self. "Who am I?" and "How are you?" are the questions I dread. Years can change people and with this year coming to an end I can only hope there are more instances of happiness (whatever happiness means in your book of definitions).

written by @thisstrangesolace

[thisstrangesolace]

I am a withering flower awaiting the days of spring. I am a writer who continues to repeat the same narrative. I am the cold breeze which ushers in no ease. I am unpleasant to my own eyes, how come you're still here?

written by @thisstrangesolace

[thisstrangesolace]

What could possibly be scarier than stammering while answering "who are you?"

Some people are unaware of who they 'truly' are

a rhetorical question by @thisstrangesolace

[thisstrangesolace]

There's pain in my bones that I cannot comprehend.

written by @thisstrangesolace

[akindplace]

I've been realizing that I am so eager to please and to be good enough to others that I don't even think if they are being good to me, if they are being kind, if I should even care about their opinion at all. I need to root my life in self-confidence, not in external validation by being perfect. I'm too tired to not be myself right now.

[thisstrangesolace]

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