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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery,always buzzing,humming,soaring,roaring,diving and then buried in mud.🥀
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She good? She got me worried
I have no idea, hope she's doing okay
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Do you have her number?
Unfortunately, I don't
It’s March 9th and I owe you a poem,
but all I can think is:
your hands and your mouth and
your hands and oh, god
your mouth.
When has shrinking ourselves because of fear helped us? It has never helped. Fear is an emotion that should visit and when it leaves, it should make you brave. It should make you want to do more, create more and learn more. Fear is normal but when we let fear stay too long, it paralyses us.
"One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds."
Listen, you have to pull it together.
There’s no use agonizing over mouths 
that don’t want to open around your
name. Stop mourning the doors you left
locked and bolted. Put on the red dress.
Empty out your purse. Chase the anxiety
meds with gin. Leave your pens at home.
I wanna sing. I wanna scream. I wanna shout to the words run dry.
I want to open each of the spaces hidden in your soul and immerse myself in all the secrets that you keep; to know you from end to end and explore all the feelings and thoughts that make up your being; to be able to paint your portrait with closed eyes, not with my hands but with my heart and have you with me so that neither time nor distance, failed thieves, can take from me your essence, which I merge with mine and so, with every breath, I make you infinitely mine, at the same time that I become infinitely yours.
go through this hell until you reach the love of spring, lavish, sweet and overflowing
i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
whatever you do
be gentle with yourself.
you don’t just live
in this world
or your home
or your skin.
you also live
in someone’s eyes.

― Sanober Khan
My soul fell in love with yours. I never felt something so... deep and pure. It allowed me to breathe and feel so true. Doesn't matter that it was short. It was. And I'll feel it forever. You are morning fog, pink evening sky and cold spring rain. A summer storm in my heart, a thunderbolt that hurts. Every breath and exhale. Forever. I miss you. But I know we're staring at the same moon tonight. Pain. Happiness. My edge. You. I'll forever look for you in other people and I'm sorry about it.
There are days when I shut out and want to completely disassociate into millions of pieces. But also, there are days when I am overwhelmed with the beauty of the world and want to set out on a walk and never stop. Witness the beautiful smiles,the kindness,the faces I so much adore,all of the beauty around me,a beauty I can't explain in words. It was always a struggle to me,to speak the words out before they disappear from the tips of my mouth. But again today I will try and I will say children. I will say rainbow. I would tell how a relieving experience it is to watch a hard working person brush off the sweat from his face. I would say the wrinkles on the faces of the old woman passing blessings to me. I would say my mother brushing off the tears from my eyes and stroking my hair to sleep.I would say the cooperation,the love, the strive of trying to be better than yesterday. The girl from the side of the street brushing off her beautiful luscious hair. The beggar looking at me in a sad way and me looking back with pity and an empty pocket. My heart that breaks watching the homeless tremble and shake with coldness piercing his skin. My skin that survived the torture of a blade. My knuckles that scream out of pain witnessing as my teeth carve its prints on them. And somedays which have become rare days...the beauty of my body I despised and hated and loathed all my life. And also...and also my heart...my lonely heart,that has survived what no human can handle. My heart that breaks and mends day to day nonstop. My heart that loves despite the pain it has lived through and constantly wait for the day someone looks at it and loves its whole nakedness. I will say that and that will be the most beautiful thing ever scriptured.
-Yeab T🌬
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And this is beautiful.