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Waste

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Wasted are the days where the skin beneath our clothes doesn’t get to touch people’s souls. There’s a profound longing in the unspoken yearning for connection, for the intimate dance of bare skin against the backdrop of shared vulnerability. In a world where barriers and boundaries often eclipse the raw beauty of human connection, we yearn for the simple yet profound act of baring our souls to one another. The touch of skin becomes a conduit for the unspoken language of empathy and understanding, a bridge that transcends the limitations of words. There’s a sacredness in the meeting of two … Continue reading Waste

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The mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart

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There’s a mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart and refuse to leave. “Stay,” once a foreign language, becomes a dialect so familiar to the swirl of your eardrums. I’m not sure about this, but if you do decide to remain, make yourself comfortable in the warmth of the home inside of me. There’s a certain alchemy in the way you’ve taken root within the chambers of my soul, weaving your essence into the very fabric of my being. Your presence has become an indelible part of my landscape, intertwining with the roots of … Continue reading The mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart

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To a little black bird in my chest …

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I am writing for the little blackbird in my chest; she used to be a bluebird, with a throat made of honey, but now she smokes all my tar, and drinks all my wine. Once, she soared through the azure expanse of my soul, her song a symphony of sweetness, her wings aglow with the light of hope. Her melody wove through the chambers of my heart, a lullaby that brought solace to my weary spirit. But as the shadows lengthened and the world grew heavy, she turned to the bitter taste of tar, the suffocating embrace of smoke. Her … Continue reading To a little black bird in my chest …

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Where is your other you?

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Where is your other you? In the wall? The furniture? The ceiling? I leaned over your face, sure of myself, as if I were a mirror, and sadly searched for you. But that, too, was to no avail, like everything else. In the stillness of the room, I sought the echo of your essence, the lingering imprint of your presence. I traced the contours of the walls, hoping to find the whispers of your soul woven into the very fabric of the space. Yet, all I found were silent witnesses, bearing no trace of your elusive spirit. I turned to … Continue reading Where is your other you?

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Go deeper …

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Love deeper than the surface, where the shallow tides of appearance ebb and flow. Delve into the depths where hearts intertwine and souls entwine, where the true essence of connection resides. Beyond the veneer of fleeting beauty, seek the enduring radiance that emanates from within, the kind that transcends the boundaries of time and space. If you love what you see, go deeper. Peer beyond the transient facade and into the labyrinth of emotions, where vulnerability and authenticity intertwine. Embrace the complexities that lie beneath the surface, for it is there that the most profound connections are forged. Beauty deeper … Continue reading Go deeper …

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My home …

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My home is a shrine to my womanliness, a sanctuary where my essence is woven into every corner and crevice. It is a tapestry of textures, art, books, and photographs, a symphony of patterns that dance together to please my senses and reflect the depths of my being. Just as my home is an extension of my desires, a manifestation of my eclectic mix of wants, needs, and passions, my soul is a kaleidoscope of emotions, joys, and unresolved pain. Each desire stands as a testament to my journey, telling its own compelling story and propelling me toward love and … Continue reading My home …

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I lost myself …

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I lost myself between the heavy lines of traffic and the song playing on the radio. The rain triggered me to pull away from myself and everything else around. In the middle of the stoplight and the go signal, where I am challenged to go deeper into something else. In the meadows of what ifs and what is. In the clear blue skies where the sunlight burns the ends of my soul. At the gate of holiness where faith and truth lie clear. At the books where I am taught to imagine and that everything, I can think of is … Continue reading I lost myself …

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Embrace the strength of your own warmth

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Remember how your mother kept her bones warm on nights when your father was far away. She wrapped herself in the comfort of her own strength, refusing to let the chill of loneliness seep into her bones. Do not love a man who keeps you clinging to the pillow for too many nights, yearning for his presence to fill the void in your heart. Stay away from men who peel the skin of other women, forcing you to wear their scars as your own. Remember how your mother struggled to find her skin in the pile, piecing herself back together … Continue reading Embrace the strength of your own warmth

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Winds of love …

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The air unfurls, warm and untamed, slipping through my fingers like a secret whispered by the wind. If these words resonate within you, igniting a sensation akin to the moon resting upon your neck, I humbly apologize, for they were already entwined in love long before they spilled from my lips. Each syllable, a tender echo of emotions that have danced within me, yearning to find their way into the world. They were born from the depths of my being, carrying the weight of love and longing, and now they seek to find solace in the hearts of those who … Continue reading Winds of love …

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Some days are so hard …

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And on some days, I break. The weight of the world bears down upon me, and I falter under the burden of my own existence. The cracks in my spirit widen, and I feel the pieces of my resolve crumbling beneath the relentless pressure. But on some days, I try again. I gather the fragments of my shattered spirit, and with trembling hands, I piece them back together. I summon the strength to rise from the ashes of my despair, to defy the darkness that threatens to consume me. And on those days, I find the courage to face the … Continue reading Some days are so hard …