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there's something about him that decapitated love.

the quiet demeanour, actions louder than words.

the drive for betterment, the slow pace of walk.

brandishing knives at challenges, gentleness towards everything else.

generosity, quite like the stars that peppered the sky here today, everywhere else.

a careful touch of hand, earthly, mythological. Cross boarders, over the ocean, cold burning into my bones as it did with my skins and heart.

oh love. my love. what have you done?

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Truthfully none of us are even asking for joy. We are just asking for a little peace. We are praying for the world to hurt us a little less, for our tired hearts to have a little rest.

-Nikita Gill

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I have eaten a thousand lies to avoid confronting this truth. I will become my mother. Right down to her sadnesses. I will become her.

- Nikita Gill

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i loved you then. your white shirt unbuttoned to the third. closing up the days of distance and holding me in.  the way you smell then, like oxygen. it haunts me now, that i follow behind strangers with the same; drawing it deep into my lungs, like a drug, like a pain, like a remedy to remain sane.

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too bright

too garish

laughing so hard that our sides hurt,

but really, everything else does too.

talking about how our plates are full,

and yet there's a gaping cavity inside.

where is the map to navigate life,

when this is a concrete jungle and things bite?

too little

too late

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bright nights

City of Freedom

City of Light

City of Love

We brand our cities like our possessions, some carry it in their hearts, some on their hands.

Some hold on to it because they have no choice, some ever changing and still it never fit.

But love, what do we know? These cities made their riches selling lies.

We are every passerby, every pauper, every romantic, every rogue.

We’ll buy your deceptions, your secrets, and your misery too.

Bottle them every night in moonshine, and leave it brimming with tears and austerity.

Bright Nights

Bright Lights

Bright Lives

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alles Gute zum Geburtstag, meine Leibe.

apparently when you miss someone, even drinking coffee makes you cry.

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my fingers around the candle, my heart aflamed.

it was summer, a fine day after the winter wind. we traced the path of your youth, the picturesque landscape surrounding the quietness of your voice. i remember drawing slow deep breaths, trying to commit your scent to my memory. the water was calm, our skin soft against the grass, lips cold from the icy drink, yet, your kisses scorched my tongue.

everything since was because of you.

i wept at the emptiness of it all.

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that one time on Hotel Hell when Gordon Ramsay fed the owner’s dog some shitty bread and then was afraid he killed her

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love, I know now. You loved me more, hence the exhaustion. Hence giving up after holding on, despite thinking this time we will do better and not fail. We tried, distance a yearning and disappointment. love, you eluded me, arrested me, captivate me.

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The vacuum from loss.

What do I know of positivity? A conscious effort to stay afloat. The suppression of every flicker of negative thought because a spark can result in a fire. We are all too familiar with how dwelling a split second too long on the wrong idea can derail you from your intended destination. What do I know of persistence? The process of manifesting an end goal. Disregarding the desire to give up when all signs suggest otherwise. Resistance towards implementing logic to how the universe works, why people behave as they do. Breathing through pockets of air sustained by moments of miracles, fleeting happiness of ignorance. What do I know of loss? A vacuum and abyss. Like pain, it demands to be felt. It becomes a blanket of comfort, a train of veil that trails behind you, clouding your vision. The mother of all experiences, it shapes us, changes the way we hold on to our version of happiness, our needs and wants. It creates fear. Here, you sneaked up on me and erased all the hardwork, leaving behind a myraid of emotions, the tips of my toes brusing against the whirlpool of grief and anger, threatening to pull me in. https://www.instagram.com/p/B382auvnfIy/?igshid=1fpnpjkaodoau

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It was easy, almost too easy, to slide into this. I was almost caught unaware, but it has always brought a smile to our faces. Grinning cheek to cheek, a bottle of wine, against the red concert chair, under the sun, in the pool, below the stairway, on the bed, a book and a bench, by the sea, in the plane, snowflake kisses, pillowtalk, a voice in the mailbox, snapshots of us, always a square box, always you.

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