Maychuhopes - Nahsaurjoy

now i understand why our parents often told us not grow up too fast. because they are aware of how challenging adult life will be, whereas we were clueless that once we reached adulthood, we would have wished to go back to our childhood.

do not rush the healing process; take your time. just as a flower took a while to grow into a beautiful creature.

recovery can be difficult and can take a lot longer than you expected. don’t be hard on yourself for getting burnt out. have compassion even when it feels like your not recovering “fast enough” or “correctly.” everyone is on their own path.

“The universe created you for a reason, now go out there and find out what it is.”

— Nikita Gill

Leila Chatti, “Tea”

i wish those things hadn't happened. perhaps things would have gone differently in my life now.

when will i ever be able to have peace of mind again? the sort of peace that soothes my entire being, the kind of peace that radiates nothing but love and joyfulness to everyone around me, and the kind of peace that makes me yearn to live this kind of life again.

i don't want to get to the point where i will be drained because of the career.

why is it easier to still keep on wanting someone even if it hurts?

nights come devoid of the expanse of your silhouette: only the gnawing

winds

that reproach my bones what good is hope before remorse: when you hacked

your tresses before

my lips

could reach your

nape: with our perse detritus scattered i keep you as a divine shrapnel buried

deep in my pith

inferno: oblivious to your momentum swirling with a taste of non-existence

of

reticence

and you said:

there's no reason to obsess over fiery delights as the remoteness of memory

creeps like

bougainville

somewhere the sky is burning with your chrysanthemums and somewhere

it falls

through

my bones without you: without the taste of your tongue: the first light

won't ever make it here

before your urgencies consume

me and

everything that i will ever

touch