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Its been quite sometime.

The roads are getting noisy day by day, maybe its the traffic, maybe its the same old people but a changed person now that resides in me.

I see you, everyday. I see the obsession. I see the helplessness. I see the anxiety, the breathless breathing, the absent days. How can I forget. for what is gone, hasn't really left me..

I remember everything.

do you remember me saying this?

If you atleast read me.

No, it wasn't teenage love. It wasn't love. or was it?

You asked me once, why I don't happen to write beautiful things about love, it has no boundaries, it could be for the wind brushing your face in the summer night, it could be the sunset from the last day, it could be your mother, it could be your father, it could be your pet, it could be people. Why do you associate only pain with it?

I had no answers then, I couldn't tell why and why not.

I couldn't tell how it teared me up before reaching the finish line. How I have seen it lost, before time. How whatever you said, scared me. How she believes in me scares me, how anyone putting there trust on me scares me. Its complicated.

I'm not afraid of writing all beautiful things about love, the brighter vision, the romanticism, the roses and candles.

Its just that, I'm not ready to set my thoughts in this loop of a phase I don't dream of falling back into. Or maybe I'm not a good writer. Maybe I don't know much about love.

-umaima.

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sometimes it hurts, how you never say anything. sometimes it hurts, how you hold yourself to be breathless again.

do you not fear death?

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“No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.”

— Aristoteles

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What do you look at when you see in the mirror? A woman with an undefined territory , a woman with colorless face and purple truths, a woman with hope and no hope, a woman with fire in her eyes;so unlikeable by the world, a woman with an unsustainable character; so unlikeable by the world, a woman of will, a woman of fantasies , a woman of dreams; so unlikeable by the world, a woman who loved, a woman who never caused anyone pain; so unlikeable by the world, a woman who's likely to fall apart with a slight prod of just simple asking 'Are you okay?'.

-umaima.

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You concentrate too deep on my good side, the other side of me might just explode.

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the thought of living, together or not, just living.

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I had a dream, I wrote an incredible draft. I lost it to tumblr. This is giving me stress if I did actually lose something or it was a dream.

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I'm calm.

Let's talk about the melancholy of the street that night,

and the wind? and the sky? and the trees? and the empty road?

Nothing was really stagnant,

I still can remember those noises, you called a renown melody.

I can't stop coughing and drinking my coffee, staying up all night was never my thing.

I'm looking for that peace in those noises,

I want to stick to them for a while.

People say, I should let it go and I should let you go.

I should recover now.

Its been years, but the noise is still, persuading only anxiety in me.

I worry, what if they find out about it.

that I might have come forward now, I might have moved on, but I've never been able to let go of the touch of your existence in me.

I disgraced this existence in me, throughout by writing unsettling poems

Now, its more like I'm lost in my own muse,

reporting your acts to me, determining your fictitious behaviors, sometimes draw flowers in my notebook sometimes lie about a burgeon.

red and green goes wild, there is no intermediate yellow.

I wish not to spur it to red again, that defines my immaturity, I heard that.

I'm calm, just back on my chair,

coughing and drinking coffee to determine the peace in that noise.

-umaima.

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instagram.com/jericosilvers

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Hey.

today is not a good day to start with the same brag about us.

But I still want to say hey

and hello,

Hello, to the people that went through the negligence of society.

Hello, to the people who have never been able to come out of that bubble.

Hello, to the people who don't speak.

Hello, to the people who have been badly deteriorated by other human beings.

Hello, to the people who have been living worst out of best.

Hello, to the people who have been living worse out of worst.

Hello, to the people who have been slitting there own throats out of anxiety and depression.

Hello, to the people who are unable to write their own story.

Hello, to the people who lie in the seventh or eleventh place of a race.

Hello, to the people who can't draw.

Hello, to the people who can't dance.

Hello, to the people who can't play this sensual life.

Hello, to the one's surviving out there.

Hello, to the one's breathless running.

-umaima.

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People call them self chaste, when those insane beings are screaming inside their veins like a deadbody in a grave with a soul intact.

Do you allow them to make their way out or you're just fixing every broken shackle before they lick your bones to just scrap your skin to worthless bits and erase the concept of a healthy living.

umaima.

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Have you ever felt like your heart is sinking? That it is fettered by something unusual. That you're losing all the potential, and you just want to sleep to escape feeling like this.

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September is back.

I feel the same; the same sickness, the same unwellness, the same anxiety. It is just a pattern maybe, a pattern that I have lived with, in the most part of my adulthood. You don't know how it feels when suddenly everything feels just less important and unworthy. That's when you're gradually letting the same cloud of only negative thoughts take over you. Slowly, it starts eating your brain. You feel helpless, you feel drained. You hate every existence around you. You surrender yourself to your own hoodwink. Sometimes coaxed by suicidal thoughts. Sometimes lured by a thought of giving up on everything life has to offer you.

But then, eventually you realize, it was just a phase.

-umaima.

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I want him to love me, like everybody else does

I want him to be there for me, to talk to me, to laugh with me

I want to be able to share myself with him

I want him to break my hollowness

I want to see the exact blooms the world attributes to him

I want him to hold me and support me.

I want my father.

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simple words.

Wind was light and calm today, it touched me and felt in my bones, until I look out the stars I could see you. It is just everything, every sentiment associated with you, I'm back to those places again. I feel your presence. I can touch you. Where we kiss again, in the midst of the falling night. We hold each other presence close to us, feel each others skin. We're not teenagers. We're lovers. We're lovers between the bars. We talk about music, our unparallel tastes. We talk about life. We fall into each others eyes, dig up more than what's synced by words. We bend to our love. We really live.

-umaima.

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