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060323

stop fearing the things you haven't seen yet.

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100822

for when I am lost, I found this unfamiliar place, close to home. 

times like this when reality feels, well, unreal,

when reality seems altered 

when reality, for me, is a trip in the woods late at night

I wonder so then I wander,

to this place that I cannot see, this place I cannot hear,

this place I cannot smell, but this place I can feel— 

and this place feels like home to me.

despite the unfamiliarity, I know—  I feel,

I feel this place like it´s the back of my hand.

and then I open my eyes from this escapade,

this place, this place cannot be seen by the world,

for this place is only for when I am lost.

that only, is when this place can be found.

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180922

to heal is to be the sun that rises after a long night. 

the sun do not show itself abruptly, it does not appear as soon as the moon had gone. 

it rises–slowly, eventually. 

and when it does, it reunites with the sky, it illuminates the sea, and it waves to you like how the moon bid goodbye. 

the wounds you keep might not heal overnight.

but luckily, the sun rises again after that. and after that. and after that. 

just enough rising for you to heal. 

because eventually, that wound will bid goodbye like the moon does. 

and if it comes again– because that is life and it works that way– but so does the sun. 

because the sun rises–slowly, eventually. 

and you will heal– eventually.

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170822

we say I love you more often than we say goodbye. 

or rather— we meant those three words more often than we stand by our goodbyes.

everyday you mouthed your goodbye, 

however behind that was just a farewell. 

and then you release those three words— I love you.

you meant it more than anything in the world. 

but that night, you meant i love you like one of your goodbyes.

those three words became empty.

that same night was the first time that your goodbye was not just a farewell. 

because that night, you meant your goodbye the most.

it was that night that your goodbye became one of your i love yous.

and how I wished we didn’t said I love you more often than we said goodbye.