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In my world everything else exists because you do and if that is not enough I think I can crack open my ribs for a second for you and show you what a beautiful home I have built for you .

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"I talk to the moon because you exist"

Isn't this how the stories ends?

The one with the moon

and other in eyes ,

What is so poetic in all these lines?

The moon , eyes or you ?

"I write because you loved to read "

For once I am hoping words are enough to carry both of us back home .

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If there existed another me in this world , it would exactly feel like you and I do not say this because of the longing of a soft heart but how strongly my soul recognises you.

Another me will always be you .

AA🌻

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"And even if the centuries passed and nobody remembers that we existed ,I have already told the sky about the star you hide in your eyes "

Of all the people and stars ,it will always be you .

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If it doesn't liberate you . If it doesn't feel like your chest is so open that a whole universe could emerge from it and all it will be made of love that they filled you up with then it is not for you .

Don't be small or shrink away for love itself is limitless and when two people hold it carefully and intentionally it becomes so powerful that nothing survives but the wholeness of your being .

Don't know shy away from the roads that are too soft and have all the scenery you made up when you were kid because this is what we live for . A grand love , the soft road , the strong soul and hands held for a lifetime .

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I think sometimes when our brain is so habituated of pain and suffering it learns to run away just through any means that seems possible to it . I wonder if these biases of your brain ever leave us or the sudden downfall we go through even when you are doing everything to remain enact and choose better and do better. All the way you push yourself does get us out of it but still it feels like there is always a rope that keeps pulling . Isn't it an advantage for healthy people who don't go through shit have over us? Are there really people who are just living without something pushing them down like every moment they breathe ?if there are I think I am really happy for them. I just wonder about it whenever I have relapses in the old patterns and things that I consciously avoid so much but somedays I just cannot . I look for putting all these behind me in many ways. More than one should do . Do you think if someone is watching they would blame me for being weak ? Or they would laugh at the attempts of being somewhere else other than this ? I have seen people going through things and then becoming sad . But why was I sad from the day I remember . There were small things all over my life that i might not have let go . I try so hard but I think your sensitivity does come in between it. I tell myself again tomorrow again ...again and again and I do what I decide. I never fall short of the promises I made to myself and I am proud of myself for it but again there is day and day where I couldn't and then it is just gone. The satisfaction , the lover in me , I get hurt . I just think a kind person is looking over me like my baba and no other that would make me feel a little better about myself .There might be more Tomorrow where I do not fail. Where all of us who are trying to not fail .

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To the quietest corner of my soul where the stars still shine when I talk about the world like i have met every person and been to every place that has ever existed .

The world is in the chaos of asking and running behind everything that passes by . People keep looking for something ...something that might never exist and talk so highly about it . I don't understand the need to be and have anything special at every moment in life.

How come the people you have around is never enough and people far away are worth the look of longing ? How come people forget the art of appreciation ?

The smallness of humans is scary . Every expression is an attack and every word is a myth . Every effort is a death and every choice is an investment . Every other being is so different that it would never fit in what we want so it doesn't need to exist . The brutality of the human heart is terrifying .

To the corners of the world where flowers still grow because someone loves the fragrance please keep existing . To the heart of a child who loves to eat at home and in a calm place please keep existing .

It might not be the world for you . But one day there will be people who will build a world for you .

Slowly .

Ayana .

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And if last time I am the one you remember while the first snow falls once again I hope the cold never reaches your heart. I hope my name leaves a warmth in your heart and whenever you say my name it spreads through everything you touch.

I hope you fall in love with the first snow again . I hope you meet the first love and there is always something to hold onto when you do so . I hope the space in between your hands is never enough to keep you away from holding them but if one day you can't and it becomes too cold and distance chokes you again, I hope you have someone you can come back home to.

I hope this time is the last time you look at snow and remember something.

Ayana

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Cr-empthypress insta .

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The blue swallow always sings and the lonely star always cries . That's how fate was written .The one will become a pure joy and other will suffer an eternity of grief. Heavens called love and humans called it life .

The lonely star waits for the end and swallows looks for the beginning without knowing it hears her day and night . The star gulps the poison and twinkles day and night.

Blue swallow is the home star lost .

Lonely star the memory swallow forgot.

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There I go again in my dreamland where stars grow out of the people I love and hugs feel like a whole sky is calling you home .

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Love becomes useless until one decides to hold it in front of him like a book . It is read thoroughly , slowly like the words or verses that can change one's soul . People touch it and look for magic . They want to float without leaving the earth. Till the time they understand that shackles aren't the heart of others but their own self , it is gone . The source went missing with no loose ends. The more they hold the harder it slips away . They become a vessel , a never ending way , the ultimate hunger that has no end . Love becomes something that needs to be caught . Lovers become more of a sensory feed ,like animals they chew till it ends for all of them .

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I can put all of the blue of the world in one box and your name in another and it will weigh much more .

It's tragic how easy it is for me to carry it now . It feels just another part of me .