I love you.

words seems to linger around on lips longer

than people, than coffee, than dreams,

they stick to the bittersweet curve of your smile,

and with every minute away from life those words sting you,

makes you want to blurt them out every chance they get,

and when they do, they remind you of what you used to be,

and what you chose to call yours,

words; they linger around like the posion ivy,

beholding death, waiting for you to fall for them!

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable–but I always was so, only I never knew it!

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Palace of Illusions

what inspires you?

Note to self.

my future stretches on and on, further than the horizon.

Words.

Reality is often defined as what surrounds, where we live and what we are, and in one sentence, it defines the world around us.

But when people ask me about my reality, I disappear, into the corners of my world, filled with physical darkness and emotional light, to see places and feelings and colors that wrap themselves around my heart, so much so that I don’t need to close my eyes to dream.

When I dream, I dream not of pictures and people, but of poetry and prose, since one can only say what they must in words and wishes, thoughts and dreams.

Words are in my blood; and I know that because the ink that dances on the paper, is not ink, but my blood, sweat and tears, a love letter to language.

Every single part of lanauge is beautiful, because when you touch someones words, is when you touch someones soul, cracking it into a million beautiful and cryptic pieces.

Every ounce of my soul, is weighed on literature, and my love for it, for its enchantment is far too labrythine for people who are not writers to understand.

For many, words are but strings of letters strung together, fir for me, words are a secret love language, one I speak on a daily basis, but one that no one understands.

Every words that drifts out of my mouth if heavy and beautiful, crashing onto my soul like waves crashing onto rocks, coating the mountains in diamond spray, exitting from the whitecaps.

Words, books, language.

The only things that have ever been permenant in my life, and have stuck around when nothing else has.

Perhaps, words are a maelstrom, taking me to depths of the unvisted sea, showing me wonders and adventures that no human has dared to experience before.

I requested this type of thing to @lovebird-in-the-dark, and I thought, what the hell, let’s do it too. Check out lovebird’s words of wisdom on her blog (don’t worry, they’re better than mine)!

fear stifles life.

fear stifles life.

My eyes refused to watch you leave, so my tears blur the memory

“All the hardest, coldest people

You meet,

Were once soft as water.

And that’s the tragedy of living.”

“take more time to process what you feel instead of pouring into spaces that feel hollow. you deserve the full weight of your energy to be absorbed and felt, without feeling like your words are falling on deaf ears. some people hear you, but time will show you who truly listens.”

— iambrillyant

4 years ago

𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙖

(n.) The inability to distinguish between Fantasy and reality.

𝘼𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙣

(n.) That which has been washed away.

𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖

(n.) An intense and irresistible desire for freedom.