Forwarded from ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ
i want to take long road trips and sit under the stars with you
Do you know what I am most afraid of now that you're gone?
It is those photographic films of you that I firmly kept inside my heart for your smiles gives peace to my enraged mind, those audio recordings of your laughter that bring euphoria to my ears, and those collections of episodes of us where I play on repeat for they give me comfort up until this day will slowly fade until I can no longer even recall your name. For these memories of you are what keeps me going and still living despite life is turning gray—for all the other hues vanished with you.
I was scared that you'll fall for someone new but now that you aren't here anymore, the thing I am most afraid of is losing all of you—by forgetting you and those moments I had with you.
I am afraid that even your memories will leave me too.
It is those photographic films of you that I firmly kept inside my heart for your smiles gives peace to my enraged mind, those audio recordings of your laughter that bring euphoria to my ears, and those collections of episodes of us where I play on repeat for they give me comfort up until this day will slowly fade until I can no longer even recall your name. For these memories of you are what keeps me going and still living despite life is turning gray—for all the other hues vanished with you.
I was scared that you'll fall for someone new but now that you aren't here anymore, the thing I am most afraid of is losing all of you—by forgetting you and those moments I had with you.
I am afraid that even your memories will leave me too.
You became the nightmare that haunts me even when I'm wide awake.
I think I'm just breathing, that's all. And there's a difference between breathing and being alive.
Forwarded from Berlin.
وما ذنبنا نعيش في بلد ماتت به كلمة السعاده حتى بتنا لا نطلبها ؟
The thing about me is that I crave for what will suffocate my lungs. It's like my veins long for heartbreaks even before they happen. No dear, they even beg for it. That even tho I am ecstatically at bliss along the clouds, my skin will remind me about the bleeding sunset, that it could be above or beneath my sleeves. That even tho we are writing poems after spilled coffee, I know it would be my tears maybe in the next days or weeks. You will leave me the same way they did, or at least that's what the bruises over my heart tells me. To be this fixated in loving anyone who will not stay. Kinda feel like a modern intoxication and I'm high, missing and grieving these smiles right before me at this very moment.
At the end of the day we are all fighting battles nobody knows about.
We wake up everyday as if something would change about it.
The thing is, battles never end. They just change.
And they change us in return.
I pray one day they would never hurt us as much as before. I pray one day we say we won the hardest.
The hardest is accepting everything that happens even if it’s not what we want.
We wake up everyday as if something would change about it.
The thing is, battles never end. They just change.
And they change us in return.
I pray one day they would never hurt us as much as before. I pray one day we say we won the hardest.
The hardest is accepting everything that happens even if it’s not what we want.
We are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down.