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At the end of a long day, I think about you again. You've become a habit now, the most pronounced colour in my almighty wretchedness. In this room of ephemeral solitude, you make your way to me. We sit and listen to each other sigh. No words are spoken here. Like always.
I am a student of discarded emotions, I wave to your absentmindedness from across this sea of everything we've built up and left unconquered. You smell like the last flowers of a dying spring and I watch you place your fingers on my quivering lips. In the moment that sweeps slowly past, we become an echo of all that we've let go. Time stands still and starts evaporating.
I'm told a wise man once said nothing. I understand the beauty in his existence. And that in ours. We fall prey to the quietness inside us, a tranquil passage to what we can but might never be.
There is poetry in the way we love. I move my lips on your fragility, every murmur an earthquake. Your breath falls soundlessly on my skin, the night watching us become stories, hiding us away in between the pages of these years.
What more can we ever share, now that we've shared a silence?
FINISH THE STORY:
Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, IT DID! I COULD NOT believe what was happening to me.
I felt SO frustrated that I went straight to the girls bathroom and screamed my head off! Thank goodness my two BFFs, Zoey and Chloe, came rushing into the bathroom.
“Nikki, is that you?! We could hear you screaming in the hallway!” Chloe exclaimed.
Yeah! Are you okay?!” Zoey asked.
“Chloe and Zoey, you’re both gonna flip out too when I tell you that…!”
Okay, readers! Now is your chance to finish the story! What was I so upset about?
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잠이 오지 않는 밤
가만히 누워서 생각해본다.
그게 정말로 너를 위한 것이었을까,
내 마음 편하자고 한 배려는 아니었을까.
난 내 일이 바빠서
내마음 편하자고 배려라는 틀안에 가둬놓고
무시하고 있었던건 아니었을까.
왜 그때 묻지 않았을까
왜 그때 듣지 않았을까
Trust betrayed is love decayed
Twin paths split by merging roads
Storytellers without faith obeyed
Praying to a God nobody knows
Wise words of closure folding under pain
Beside your face in bed I lay
Twin flames burn in rekindled states
And hope relinquished by egoic ways
All for happiness, the changing face
Aloft my soul rose, merry
Upon warm kisses that set the stage
Back together, the past fades
Into dark mental alleyways
Romantic love is a short and narrow lane
With lust as the temporary phase
Let’s not rebirth our old selves.
With my change of scenery from Cali to Ohio, I hope to focus on writing and finishing this EP/Album which has been in the works the past few months.
While I’m gone I’ve laid groundwork for a few songs to be released in my absence, so I’m excited to see the response to these very lovely tunes!
Wanna thank everyone for the support but most importantly God for the people he’s allowed in AND out of my life who’ve influenced a lot of the messages and history behind the music! Regardless it’s new terrain and I gotta say I’m lovin it! 🙌
Photo Cred: @crucifiesyourmind
“Applying laws from foreign teachers
Far and away
Who don’t deal with the pressures of our day to day
Just act accordingly to what the data say
Cuz their time is dated
it’s a sunken feeling to know your paradise will get confiscated”
Um reflexo no espelho, garota com olhos orientais, coque no alto da cabeça, covinhas no sorriso. Será fruto da minha imaginação, só eu que te vejo? Será que estou tão louca a ponto de criar a tua imagem, num espelho que já foi meu? Onde tantas vezes vi minha imagem refletida. Espelho que foi testemunha da minha história. Aquele que viu meu amor e do dono do espelho. Amor e intimidades. Aquele que também me viu chorar e gargalhar escandalosamente. Aquele que serviu de conselheiro para a intensidade do meu batom. Hoje reflete outra imagem, outra garota. Esse mesmo espelho me chama, quer o dono do espelho refletido ao meu lado. Tudo que ele testemunhou foi de verdade. Mas diante desse mesmo espelho não me reconheço, minha imagem se apagou. Espelho, espelho meu, alguém mais será enganada como eu? Percebi tua imagem garota, era real, você estava ali, bem diante dos meus olhos. Tentaram te disfarçar, tentaram te esconder, mas o reflexo te denunciou.
||Texto por @jordanaklein||
||Ilustração por @daihlinck||
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I'm so lucky to have a library nearby I can go to, to read, to work, to get some peace, to dream... Libraries are so important to the communities they serve but if we don't use them, we will lose them!
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Tale of the game 💕
I loved how Croatian president Kolinda wiped the tears from Modirics face and with France president Emmanuel Macron embraced all the players drenching in the rain beaming idyllically .😌 I loved how Croatia playing since 1990s left an inexorable historical mark with their indominatable spirit throughout game .
Luka Modiric winning the golden ball with that sunken face of his .😫...he deserved it 😌
On contrary to supporting Croatia I felt inexplicable happiness for France , how they were rejoicing their victory .. jumping , draping the national flag or simply video calling their family .
How Deschamps is a proud man to hold the cup as a coach and player.
How silly I felt that this boy just 1-2 yrs older conquering the world while I haven't done anything 😑 Mbape !
Maybe at the end the quality game matters .
Last worldcup me and my friends sent texts to each other by that ₹11 message card ! While this time our group was vibrant this one whole month with "worldcup 2018 - Brazil " whatsapp group .😂
I feel solemn how in 2022 we will be in different places 🙂
I have been never a regular viewer ..well in this alighted moments I connected with all fans 💜
I felt the enthusiasim running incredulously through veins .
Lastly I want India to be there with all my heart 🇮🇳 .. I want to choke in my shrieks of support .
Will write trash like this again at 2022 😳
Ordem e progresso .
Even when you left
and promised to never return,
I felt no sense of finality
Like when the clouds
and the sun
war for their rightful place in the sky,
I still wasn’t sure
if it was going to rain or shine