I know that the world is failing you.
I can tell by the way you treat others.

I know that the world is failing you.
I can tell by the way you fuck, eat, and pray.
Barely, rarely, angrily.

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there is truth, and then
there are words that sound like the truth
because they were said in a song
by famous people
with coffee and cigarette
on black and white screens
or poets turning marketeers
or mothers losing youth wishing they were you
or compulsive confident liar leaders
or something as equally broken.
don't trade in your kindness for
a promise of a kiss.
it is poison and you are
humanity persevering.

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what are we if not the colour of our skin,
the correctness of our gender,
the righteousness of our sex,
the collapsibility of our mind.

what have we become.

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I never want to find myself discovering a song
or a forest
or a comedian
or a new avacado recipe
and not being able to share them with you.

No matter how far you go, could you not go so far that I can't tell you a joke?

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to see you in awe, to hear you worship,
to witness you witness beauty,

labouring over love with leisure (fursat se)
devouring of love with defiant fragility (nazakat se)
belonging to love with exalting fidelity (fitrat se)

to watch you be generous with your attention,
to hold your curious gaze,

i am convinced –
you were made to be loved by a poet (hasrat se)

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When no one but us is in love like us.
When any where but here is separation.

When the world seems to end everyday.

You can, you say. So I am asking you today.

Why not stay.

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Opinions are perspective.
Perspective is experiential.
Experience is personal.
Experience is NOT universal.
Experience is NOT up for debate.
Opinions are.
There is a difference.
Know it.

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Tell me, have you found your people? People who run wild with their demons, drink and dine with their demons? People, who are in touch with their darkest ~ everything?
Have you found your people?

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Self-care is not a privilege. It'll take you a while to believe me. So I'll tell you till you do.


4/4

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I remember my dreams. In most of them, I die drowning. I am looking for a therapist who will tell me that feeling all the feelings is not drowning. It's like smelling a flower in a long inhale. Some people can't stop longing. Or inhaling.


3/4

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