#excerpt from a story i'll never write

[thewaitingluna]

I’d like to disappear for a while. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t want to know anything.

[cvtastrophee]

why do i feel like i'm killing myself over and over again?

[charmingwinds]

I read somewhere that the act of peeling oranges for someone is considered love. I found it stupid.

Then one day, I was home after a tiring day and there were oranges sitting on the counter. I knew they had to be eaten that day, a day later, they’d be rotten.

I was just too tired.

I completed my chores, and the oranges were still there, colourful and nudging, hoping I’d pick them up.

I walked past, and found my bed. My head comfortably rested on the pillows.

Those damn oranges.

I got up, sat on the counter and peeled them grudgingly. As I ate in silence, I understood what they meant. It was love alright, not peeling oranges but being taken care of.

[trustonlystars]

Poetry is the softest way to hold a memory.

Happy World Poetry day | trustonlystars

[thesewordsaremymusings]

“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”

-m.n.

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

laut kar yaadein aati hai, waqt nahi 🥀

[wordsbyt]

[adastraetretro]

"Does it hurt?"

"I'll be okay."

"That isn't what I asked."

[stormykatie]

calm before the storm

deceiving,

addictive

i cling to the arms of sleep,

fall deeper

until i lose grip

to reality

the wind whistle, i hear it

but it's just that

and the voice

i long so much

to soothe me

dissipates with the

echoes of tranquility

-katie

[blooming-anna-rose]

I hope you know you have helped me become more of the person I’ve always wanted to be. I think that’s a reason I love you so much. You make me a better person, and you make it easy to be yours. I’ve recently realized that my heart is yours, and that was one of the most terrifying thoughts because I realized that meant my heart is yours to be broken if you ever wanted to. But the thought was fleeting. I called you, and I heard your voice and I felt the lightness that I felt the whole time I was falling for you. I know I shouldn’t fear the unknown when I am with you, and I’m trying to unlearn what the people I’ve loved before have taught me. I’m trying to not believe the voices in my mind that tell me to close off, that if I am vulnerable, I am going to get hurt. And for you, I choose to fight them, I am stronger because of you. I wake up and fall asleep knowing I love someone special, and I wake up and fall asleep knowing that I will never choose to tell you goodbye.

-n.c. // I hope you know

[cvtastrophee]

i have yet to find the end to this pain.

[secretlyscribbled]

"My mind wants to be at peace, my heart to be loved, and my body to be at rest."

[fleurral]

for someone who loves words, i find it difficult to put my thoughts together. i have so much to say but the alphabets seem to stay alphabets alone—no phrase expressed, no sentence constructed. i wanted it to be coherent. i wanted it to be in-depth. i wanted it to be meaningful yet noncomplex. i want the words to linger and not just touch. stuck and not just hit. absorbed and not just flipped over. however, for someone who loves words, i cannot identify the right words to utter. it feels like no term can justify the feeling i wanted to memorialize. no idiom is that deep. no speech is that articulate. it is like there are not enough words in this world to seize the emotions i bear. though i love words, i am afraid i cannot find the words that are worthy to depict my experiences. with that, i am also afraid that such experiences will remain as memories in my mind—most likely to be forgotten and left behind.

[melloncolliegalaxies]

today, i am in fragments.

today, i weep and wonder

how on earth can i survive this?

today, i will think of tomorrow

and what if.

what if,

as i ingest the next breathtaking sunrise

and wait for the following sunset,

i think to myself,

i’m so glad i waited.

— what if

[zeh-e-aashiqui]

dard sabko hai yahan,

koi likh raha hai, toh koi padh raha hai.

[wordsbyt]