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She cries …

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She cries in the lyrics, pouring out her soul with every stroke of the pen. Her pain is etched into the lines, commas, and hyperboles, a beautiful tapestry woven from the tattered rags of her heart. She finds solace in the words of others, but her own voice is lost in the chaos of her emotions. She blames the sky, the earth, and the thorns for her struggles, but deep down she knows that the only thing holding her back is herself. She burns the manuals and rules that society has imposed upon her, rebelling against the constraints that threaten … Continue reading She cries …

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Birds 

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Someone once told me she expected me to start speaking with the birds outside my window, to become one with the sky and the whispers of the wind. I smiled and said, “I have never spoken with a bird before, but I imagine their conversations are filled with the poetry of the heavens. I would probably ask if they were ever envious of things that cannot take flight.” In the quiet moments of solitude, I often find myself gazing at the birds as they dance upon the air, their wings brushing against the canvas of the sky. I wonder what … Continue reading Birds 

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I survived him

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He was a different kind of pain, a tempest that raged within the chambers of my heart. His presence was a tumultuous storm, tearing through the tranquility of my soul, leaving behind a trail of emotional wreckage. He was a war inside me, a battle that raged on relentlessly, threatening to consume every part of my being. His words were like daggers, his actions like arrows, piercing the armor of my resilience and leaving me vulnerable in the wake of his tumultuous presence. But in the midst of the chaos, I found the strength to endure. I weathered the storm, … Continue reading I survived him

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The fool within me …

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In the depths of my being, I must learn to embrace the fool within me—the one who dances with emotions too fervently, who speaks with a heart laid bare, and who dares to take risks that lead to both triumph and defeat. This fool within me lacks the restraint of self-control yet brims with a love that knows no bounds. This fool loves with an intensity that ignites the soul, yet also harbors the capacity for both adoration and disdain. It’s a paradoxical dance of light and shadow, where hurt and healing intertwine, where promises are made and at times, … Continue reading The fool within me …

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I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul

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In a world veiled in guarded hearts and fearful whispers, I find solace in the rawness of souls laid bare. There’s a certain magic in the vulnerability of unguarded hearts, a symphony of authenticity that resonates with the deepest chambers of my being. I think I fall in love, just a little bit, with anyone who peels back the layers of their soul, revealing the intricate tapestry of their essence. In the midst of a world that often conceals its true nature, I am drawn to the unfiltered truth that flows from the depths of a person’s spirit. There’s a … Continue reading I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul

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“You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible.”

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In your presence, the boundaries of my world tremble, and the walls I’ve built around my heart begin to crumble. You are a tempest, a force that defies reason and logic, stirring within me a belief in the extraordinary. Your words are like whispers from a realm of dreams, weaving enchanting tales of possibilities that defy the constraints of reality. You are a catalyst, igniting the flames of hope and daring me to reach for the stars. In your gaze, I see the reflection of a universe where the inconceivable becomes tangible, where the unimaginable takes shape. You are a … Continue reading “You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible.”

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Our planet

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Our planet, a fragile orb suspended in the vastness of the cosmos, spins delicately, a tiny jewel in the expanse of the universe. Our time in history is marked by fragility, division, and tension, a period where the threads of humanity seem strained and taut. Amidst this tumultuous tapestry, we must never forget that the sustenance of our world, the perpetuity of our existence, can only ever be rooted in one thing: Love. It is not about being right or having our way, nor is it about surrender or the resolution of problems. This love resides on an entirely different … Continue reading Our planet

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Spill yourself out!

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Pour yourself onto the paper, let the ink flow like a river, carrying the weight of your unspoken words. Drag the pen across the page, etching your story into the fibers, staining it with tear marks and the rawness of your emotions. Breathe life into the pages, infusing them with the scent of your struggles, the echoes of your internal battles. Handle it as though it were poison, for the words you spill onto the paper are potent, a reflection of your deepest truths. Slide it between the leaves of an old, dusty book, a relic of your unspoken confessions, … Continue reading Spill yourself out!

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I learnt from the flowers …

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I wasn’t always a woman, I wasn’t always this soft; I had to learn from the flowers after the storm, how to be, and how to survive them, both. I am the bloom that rises from the wreckage, the petal that unfurls in the aftermath of chaos. I am the alchemy of strength and vulnerability, the resilience that emerges from the tempest, softened by the gentle touch of grace. I learned from the flowers, those delicate warriors who bow to the fury of the storm and rise again, adorned with the shimmering pearls of rain. I learned to weather the … Continue reading I learnt from the flowers …

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Sometimes we need this to bear our raw reality …

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To romanticize the world is to peel back the layers of reality and reveal the enchantment that lies beneath. It is to awaken the soul to the magic, mystery, and wonder that dance through the fabric of existence. It is to educate the senses to see the ordinary as extraordinary, the familiar as strange, the mundane as sacred, and the finite as infinite. In the romanticized world, every dewdrop on a petal is a glistening gem, every rustling leaf a whispered secret, and every sunset a masterpiece painted by the hand of divinity. It is a world where the scent … Continue reading Sometimes we need this to bear our raw reality …