April 2013
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May 2012
3 posts
February 2012
10 posts
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awarewolves:
It happens in the middle of the night, when a bad dream suddenly wakes you up, and you find yourself feeling most alone than ever. Your pillows are prepared to be soiled with tears. Yet you are never prepared to cry.
Instead, you watch the beams of light distinctly directed at the foot of your bed, and you try to remember the dream you just had. But only his face contains your...
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I wish people can take everything with them when they leave.
Everything that is and might be intertwined with the entire concept of the one who left. The dried-up mud on the shoes worn during that unforgettable drizzly evening, the crumpled worksheets in memory of a tough Accounting problem, the laughters and the songs which are now unclear voices in one’s head, too unclear to even...
A first of February post.
It’s been a year
teimipromdi:
Love is the earth’s core, the orbit with which it revolves around, the air which its inhabitants breathe in, the morning sun, the illuminating moon, the flickering stars that make our wishes come true. Yet, its mere absence is the pile of worms feasting on one’s decaying heart buried underneath the imperfections of the world.
January 2012
1 post
awarewolves:
“So I guess this is it.”
“It - what is it?”
“The falling, the near-landing. The inevitable crash at the bottom of everything.”
“What is everything anyway?”
“Everything! You can’t just not know everything.”
“As a matter of fact, I don’t. Which is why you should tell me. Right now.”
“Everything… it’s all that’s remained, all that’s left. Everything is all that you can hold...
December 2011
4 posts
awarewolves:
His eyes glisten with the tiny diamond drops of the sky’s downpour. I can see a rainbow somewhere through those little balls that bear his sight. I wonder what he sees in me. In him, I see the moon, the stars, the hazy clouds, the perfect evening portrait. In him, I see the flock of birds rotating in mid-air, the reflection of the sun’s undying light, the inimitable grayness of the...
awarewolves:
This is what I’ve learned about people: they have always been meant to be strangers.
And this, right now, is something I have never learned just yet. Yet I know, someday, I finally will.
We are all meant to be strangers with one another. We are all meant to acquaint estrangement, in some end or another.
Remind yourself of that old friend from high school. It barely feels you’ve...
October 2011
5 posts
awarewolves:
Let me write about the future and let me tell you that I see nothing but grey. My greying skin, my greying hair, my greying vision, the greying pages of my journals, the greying calendars, the greying skies, the greying wallpapers — everything just grey, and nothing else.
Tell me, dear future, is my colorful love greying in your still hazy far existence? Tell me that he’s there....
awarewolves:
“With me, you only need to know about two things.”
“And what are those?”
“First, I love you.”
“And?”
“Second, when in doubt, refer to the first one. At all times.”
This has been one of my favorites.
September 2011
3 posts
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August 2011
4 posts
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July 2011
6 posts
295/ July 17, 2011 - Shared Sleep
wordswidenight:
You told me a story about a country where they had forbidden sleep. The man who loved this woman took her to a room hidden from the world, and there, they read each other stories and sang lullabies in hushed voices until their hearts stretched open for the homecoming of sleep. In the stillness of that moment, after years and years of its absence, they became the first ones to...
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June 2011
5 posts
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I saw it coming.
I saw it coming.
Yes, I was on top of some cliff and the waves were crashing, ready to conquer me, us. But you closed my eyes with your wet, quivering hands so, you whispered, I could focus more on the feeling and not on the perspective. And now that my eyes are completely shut, yours are the ones wide open.
I am, on top of some cliff, and the waves are crashing, ready to conquer me, us. And yet...
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May 2011
29 posts
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I feel extremely depressed that I wish the monster in my dream would swallow my heart whole rather than feeling the sharp edges of life’s very unfortunate circumstances slice it dreadfully and slowly into ashes.
I feel utterly alone that I’d rather live in an odd alien’s planet where I can truly be alone than see the people I love look at me as if I am just some stranger from across the street.
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awarewolves:
You’re the reason why I love losing sleep. Why I don’t mind spending the hours of nightfall not ever faltering into the territory of dreams. Why I refuse to shut my eyes close when I only want to think about you endlessly and restlessly as if a day’s worth of thinking about you is not, and will never be, enough.
