The Night Sky Reminds Me Of You

I plucked you like a rose

You stab me with a thorn

I tolerated the pain

But you wether like a rose

what if we could see wind..?

a cold breeze in winter morning or gentle flow in sunny day.

love is so as like as wind.

a very essential but invisible thing.

it isn't just an object or a prize, it is something keeping me alive and each one of us.

we cannot see what is letting out hair flow in a space where there is barely something, or what is drying our clothes when there is no sun.

there is so many things we don't think about.

example, love.?

can we ever reach to the end of how much we adore someone..?

everything is so less and few infront of them.

we don't know how much we inhale the air but we know it is something as valuable as our life.

will we ever know it's importance as long as we survive..?

-Aakriti.

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

how magical my life used to be

so beautiful and enchanted

then something happened, i grew up

and its like all of that magic faded

sunshine, rainbows, stars & moon

were so divinely mesmerising to me

then something happened, i grew up

now there's all darkness that i see

i had so many friends on those days

dolls, toys and things to play with

then something happened, i grew up

happiness is just as myth

no worries, sadness and fear of life

everything was peaceful and perfect

then something happened, i grew up

after that, pleasant forever slept

-august.

poetry.

there's always something i hide, something i whisper to myself at middle of the night.

-august/fictionflaws

@taylorswift do you know me enough to miss me?

YOU ARE PRETTY

being a teenager made me realize it was not my fault. every blame they put on me was never ever mine.

he tortures me with his gaze, i am so stupid to fall for him.

-august/fictionflaws