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Those fleeting memories which exist only in your head, The bright spots around the dark bends that you never walked down.. The constellations of fireflies you create.. They shine on the disappearing blackness.. These splinters of fire burn through your heart, soul and time.. And when the conversations with yourself only remind you of the reality of the present and your dreams are filled with the unreal ghosts of the past.. You will always be terrified of needing something you won’t ever wrap your arms around.. Wishing with every pull on your cigarette that the end stays away.. The fire on the other end.. Pulling it closer to you and it’s end.. We forget that everything ends.. We ignore it with wilful persistence.. We ignore it with every breath.. Let me have another cigarette.. and I’ll tell you the story behind every cigarette burned.. -anahä

Some faces stay… Some wander… Some streets stay… Others take you with them.. -anahä (at Harry’s Smoke Shop)

Look through my eyes and see those things you have been missing... (at Forsyth Park)

This moment of solitude.. when you know you have a secret.. as the world hums but behind your walls.. what do the lights and sounds remind you of.. what does the silence tell you.. all the pleasures you have ever run away from brought you to this moment.. also which you want to run away from.. remember all the words you have poured out into the world.. none of them remind you of the souls you have poured them into.. words diluted beyond sound.. and thoughts evaporated beyond color.. and when memory does what it does best.. deny it the present.. and give this present a dark corner in it too.. so it has the strength to bring you to your knees.. -anahä (at Historic Downtown - Savannah,GA)

In those few seconds.. and The hours that follow Ask yourself "Do you remember?" The warmest memories.. and The brightest lights.. where Confessions clambered.. and Stories glowed in the dark.. where Streets had colors.. and Hearts finally had words.. Ask yourself again How far from land would you swim Before the muse takes over... It's youth in a haste draining.. Fabric and skin melting.. with Every word I write.. -- anahä #hostelintheforest (at Hostel In The Forest)

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I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.

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I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.

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I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

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