Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
The world will not open its door to you, without asking it questions. Alone outside the room, your rats are running away from your fear, your cats are starting to prefer bananas, and your stones are questions. Be annoying, stone your not, stone your disorganized presence, and kill your question marks with the hammer of wandering.
In the stones of my questions, I was looking for a house to answer how many questions. Oh margin of life, how many questions do you want answered in order to reveal its leg?
I want another picture of me, I want to reveal me in front of me, to be naked in my ignorance: How do I play the piano without a chair? How do I become a shoe seller in two days? I'm not unemployed, I'm a shoe salesman, waiting for war survivors' feet.
How can I embrace anxiety with his young children? How can I be rude with pain? How do I understand shoulder language? I found nests on my shoulders, with a lot of coughing.
How do I sing like a crow? How do I carry full names that won't confuse pronouncing for others? As my sweetheart's name. How can I be friends with a woman without looking at her chest? My questions have the right to know the answer lobby.
How to escape today from the calendar? How do the fingers organize their time? And at what time does the void cap bend? How do mistakes feel its guilt? I want to feel my guilt. How does asphalt sleep behind the night? How plastic becomes a way to hide? When does the chatter stop eating? When does the cinema go to people watching?
The dead man who walks inside me, wonders: Who made a tombstone for the death of the Latin language? Who hears paper crying first: the table or the trash? Why is there no union for the trash can? The fish and the sea, who is spying on the other? Who knows in chess game? That the king is sexually exploiting us. I want to know will I be present when I die? It is my right to be there I want to say goodbye to me.
In the stones of my questions, I was looking for a house to answer how many questions. Oh margin of life, how many questions do you want answered in order to reveal its leg?
I want another picture of me, I want to reveal me in front of me, to be naked in my ignorance: How do I play the piano without a chair? How do I become a shoe seller in two days? I'm not unemployed, I'm a shoe salesman, waiting for war survivors' feet.
How can I embrace anxiety with his young children? How can I be rude with pain? How do I understand shoulder language? I found nests on my shoulders, with a lot of coughing.
How do I sing like a crow? How do I carry full names that won't confuse pronouncing for others? As my sweetheart's name. How can I be friends with a woman without looking at her chest? My questions have the right to know the answer lobby.
How to escape today from the calendar? How do the fingers organize their time? And at what time does the void cap bend? How do mistakes feel its guilt? I want to feel my guilt. How does asphalt sleep behind the night? How plastic becomes a way to hide? When does the chatter stop eating? When does the cinema go to people watching?
The dead man who walks inside me, wonders: Who made a tombstone for the death of the Latin language? Who hears paper crying first: the table or the trash? Why is there no union for the trash can? The fish and the sea, who is spying on the other? Who knows in chess game? That the king is sexually exploiting us. I want to know will I be present when I die? It is my right to be there I want to say goodbye to me.
"My mother will tell you that I was a quite child,I will tell you I was born screaming and everyone looked away. I once went 119 on the highway and noone stopped me. I once dug my name into my thigh and noone bothered to pronounce. I once called my body sand and lying drawn with a razor and noone bothered to pronounce it. THAT KIND OF INVISIBLE CAN MAKE A GIRL DISAPPEAR INTO ANY MOUTH."
~Desireé
~Desireé
Figuring this out will only cause more pain,I don't wanna feel more pain.
"I knew,when I looked in your EYES,that you were deep,YOU DIDNOT FEEL ANY HAPPINESS,I didnot understand why a person TIRED himself for so many years in order to eventually become OUT OF A REALIZATION OF HAPPINESS."💔
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
We cried in silence and the silence was as great as death.
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
How many miracles do I need to heal this heart? To calm this anxiety? To alleviate this brutality that continues to spread?
I hate it when I can't hold in my loneliness,what do normal people do when they get this lonely.
I spent my whole life justifying my actions...making sure everyone understood and got what it's like to be me. I have had enough. I can't do this anymore.
Someday, we will be able to laugh about it. All those moments when things felt like they were spinning wildly out of control, crashing down to the ground, and thinking you could never start again. Life throws some crazy stuff at you, and sometimes it hurts. But one day, whether that is tomorrow or three years from now, you can hope it becomes nothing more than a funny story.
You pour your entire being into something and then you’re told to just pick up and move on. It didn’t seem fair. It never does. The worst part is that it never gets easier. But when it’s hard to move on, at least you know that you got to feel it all. You created memories. You were a part of something meaningful. You loved it and it loved you back. Eventually, you learn to take it as it is and let it go.