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I can count on my fingers how many words have saved my life. There are never so many big and beautiful words . Most of the time people don't utter them from their mouths. You hear them when they hold your hand or try to sit close to you when you smell like a rusting smoke packet.

They might forget it but these kinds of small gestures remain deeply engraved in hardened hearts. It is not that we don't know how to be soft for ourselves. But sometimes that is the only thing you keep doing and it becomes too tiring to go any longer. So this is just a reminder .There is nothing wrong with words , but most of them are used for tearing others apart and the tragedy is we go around singing them like a love song.

So next time the room is lifeless because the person is counting their days or there is someone trying to be best of themselves while slowly drifting away from all of your good times please hold their hand . Please be near them for some time .

Its healing , the kind presence. It feels like a long awaited breath after being under the water for days.

I don't know what else to say . The quiet in water is good but to be able to breathe finally is better .

Ayana

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I just wish your favourite memory never hurts you .

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Today the world falls apart.

Once more I want to set up a stage

and put a show.

I want to rip a part of the sky

and let it die slowly.

Today the world falls apart once again

and I want to burn what remains.

But I was told to be the one in life

Whose name does not bring pain in life.

So I mislead the fire to my own home

and burnt what remains of me to scream

Ayana

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Most of the days I want to eat poetry and spit out so much love that it fills the lungs of every being that comes across me . I want to carry a book that can contain everything I have loved in a lifetime . I want to sit on the graves of all the writers that wrote all these big metaphors and then casually named it a poem about "love "and tell them " how much of us is lost in trying to numb all the love we feel " or " the girl that loves the universe can survive just fine " and make sure they know that they were not alone who felt it deep in their bones . Also the moon still listens the same . I want to tell them my name and countless others who just want to love .

But very few days I just want to breathe out all the love that keeps burning because there is no right place to put it. So I just slowly let it burn. I think most of us want to spit out love but instead we spit out ash and name ourselves as different devils. I wonder if all of them did the same and wrote poetry about it.

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And the last line says "let the devil be born again as a lover "

The book ends but the end continues.

Is it a happy ending?

A lover is born .what could be so sad about it?

Leave the book . Tell me what fills your chest.

I see less heart and more grief.

Isn't it hard to breathe?

Not anymore. Even when the angel falls , the world carries on .

It is never a happy ending .

But as the book says "the end continues "

We can't live the end forever. It is yet to come. A new storm and new heart as the book says.

What should I do . When you are gone , the world falls apart .

Most of the days I see the world through your eyes.

Isn't grief sticken? Like my heart .

It burns golden most of the time.

I like the warmth.

And you say what could be so sad if a lover is born again?

I like the end because it continues.

The story was never mine.

So what do you wait for ?

The lover to be born again .

Ayana.

(Hehe remember me?) 🌻

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Tag the people who really make you happy and whom you really want to be happy!

None of them is here on Tumblr I guess. It is a lonely journey my friend .

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“Come love, make me better than I was. Come teach me a kinder way to say my own name.”

- Andrea Gibson, from "Good Light," Lord of the Butterflies

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Replying to messages and asks today .

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Knowing that something is boiling in your chest and you can't do much to hold it down. Knowing that it came from the days you survived and nights you were barely breathing. Knowing there isn't much you can do about it other than gulp it down several times a day is heartbreaking . But as long as it keeps you alive it is okay . It is better than the hollowness that you felt for years . The emptiness that reminded you of an empty room with no windows .where someone hid all their griefs and let you in deliberately . The world wasn't very bright before and now when it feels a bit too dark to be seen by anyone it hurts more I think . So you just gulp it down silently till you can and move. To be on the move is the play. It is only okay you were ever allowed to choose .

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You looked at the sun and thought of all the stories you wanted to write . You went outside and directly looked at the faces of people . What was swallowing you from inside only burnt bright.

The things that burnt you now just warm the darkness inside you. Your fingertips no longer feel icy cold. You held your lovers hand and let them share the coldness you held. Some of them offer their soul just for the glimpse of ghosts you carried . You thought that was enough to keep the nights of terror away.

One day you realise the fire is no longer there and what was swallowing you from inside is visible in your eyes . You looked in the mirror and it cracked your heart open again. For whole year you spat blood in the hope of throwing it out. It was never in your blood .

You kept knocking on the doors that could lead to peace but once you were inside the walls swallowed you alive .

You ran while your eyes bled dark . The world found it fascinating so they called you with pretty names .

Now sun reminds you about the absence of nights that took too many parts away from you . You no longer look at faces and think of stories. Sometimes you stare in eyes and find most of them are half written.

The world becomes too small to contain the heavyness you carry so most of time you decide to fall back .

It goes well till you hit the ground . Till you hit the ground , you are flying .

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You're wonderful

Thank you so much.✨

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Anonymous ⭐⭐send your asks

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I have been building castles of all the words that are unsaid .

Somedays you shine too bright to even take a glance at you and sometimes you feel nothing more than just a dark room .

The world is too small to fit someone like you . You can make half of the sky lit up when you smile .

I keep writing

Putting together the words .

There are a thousand letters hidden in my drawer I could not bring myself to open them .

The thought of you owning each and every word is scary . You know words are the only comfort I know . So I feed on them everyday.

They say I should stop looking at empty places and say words . It makes me look crazy .They don't understand how heavy absence can be.

Each day we gather new things to lose and I am not the most careful one . Most of my thoughts are too jumbled to ever put in words and even if I try , I fail miserably . I hope you don't mind a messed up story .

I think there is no right way to put anything together in this world and I have already given up to be seen around something that shows how clumsy I am .

I wake up everyday and question if shadows are trustworthy ?The day I get the answer I will visit the grave we both dug.

Ayana

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Here is the thing

The thing you been waiting for .

What you do ?

Grab it at once and hold onto it for so long .

The thing melts, the way it was meant to .

You keep holding onto it like a little child.

You keep finding it in shadows of all you see .

Slowly it all drifts away .

The softness of holding onto becomes rusty and eats its way to your heart .

The world bleeds and the child cries to sleep .

But the body holds ,it keeps holding onto all that is gone.

You become a dusty corner where the child cries every night.

You put it to sleep by finding love from all the remains you find.

You name it "paradox" because it screams and never looks for you again.

The child no longer cries.

Although the bones crack with the weight of stillness but there is no noise .

Here is the thing again.

This time it was you who melted slowly.

The child still cries but the walls are too high.

The world still bleeds but to you the blood is white .

So you drink it and become a ghost of yourself.

Here is the thing

The story never ends.

It goes on

like a soft lullaby .

We all sing along

with half a heart

and a body that knows.

Ayana.

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It is still weird to me how I saw stars in you and you keep pointing at the sun you found in me . My nights were filled with so much light because you existed and your days were easy because I decided to show up where you were . I know I should not say it now because now the sun in me blinds you to everything that you adore and stars have become a little too of a beauty for me to enjoy but still I will say . At some point we will have to take our eyes off the ground and let go of each other's light .

Ayana.

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Somedays the world stops and I could not hold a candle to the darkness people bring with them . So i burn myself bright with the words they don't say . I turn into ash of conversations that never happened. I let go of myself and fly to the lands where no words are needed . It is pretty dead but silence here does not choke me . I don't count the seconds in between my breaths.

Ayana

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Nobody can see beyond the darkness inside them. Those who do, suffer differently. It is like being transparent or having tiny holes all over the people you meet. These holes carry a lot even the things they don't know. You see through it. You see the words and why they say those words repeatedly. You see the reason of each, expression, you see the reason of swollen eyes, you see the pain behind all that cheer fullness. There is a lot you see and it becomes hard to carry it. You carry these little things on the back of your hands, behind your neck and in your eyes. You start merging yourself with them. It is hard to differentiate between the pain that belongs to you or others. The darkness of others takes over you. It is like you are home but the home you don't want to be.

Ayana Arora.

A home to others.