How familiar this silence

On this late summer evening

A dear enemy

An old friend

Come to spend the night

Remind me of myself

A flickering candle

With a flame too heavy for itself

The weight of the light

Is as much as this silence

Barely there

Unbearably there

thoughtkick:

“I am not the whiskey you want, I am the water you need.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

metamorphesque:

ALT

— Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”

sketiana:

i said ‘explain physics to me like youre in love with me’ and after a while of quiet he went 'everything sings’. so i get it now

thoughtkick:

“Don’t look away. Look straight at everything. Look it all in the eye, good and bad.”

— Henry Miller, from Dear, Dear Brenda: The Love Letters Of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus

(via thoughtkick)

thoughtkick:

“Being quiet doesn’t always signify weakness. Sometimes it takes great strength to find that silence. Sometimes it takes incredible strength to survive.”

— Samira Ahmed, from Internment

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There was some music in her soul

When I saw her last

I didn’t know the lyrics to the song

And neither did she

And it didn’t matter

We could sway and swing in a language

That most of us can’t learn

And most of us are deaf

To the melody flooding from those eyes

But I pressed my ears against her chest

And waited for the world to quiet down

And it did so effortlessly

And she held me as we danced

I spoke to her through my hands

She spoke through her tongues

Our spirits learned to be indecent again

On a night like this

We were who we’ve been

The secrets came undone again

As they always have

The masks we wear for others

Don’t fair well for long

When someone knows your real name

And I know hers

I’ll utter it every night

Etching it on the breeze

Hope it touches her as a whisper

I am an old home

That remembers every one who’s stopped by

I remember the girl who played in my lawn

And the old man who put up a clock on my wall

He was biding his time

She was trying to laugh again

There were friends throwing parties for each other

Birthdays and graduation

Diwali and Iftaars

Eid and Christmas

There was a funeral once

I knew the man well

I understand him better now

So many seasons

Have hurled across my windows

Gloomy days

Beautiful sunsets

Rainy nights

I have learned to love them all

Love them all the same

Some of my doors creak at night

But it’s only music to me now

In my heart of hearts

Is the time

The child roamed free

With no pretenses

Of power

Or persona

With no track record

Clean karma

Clean game

The pictures of the child hang on my walls

There’s some of his stuff in the basement

His name etched outside the front door

And his voice forever echoes in my hall

Reminding me

That there is no clock in my soul

7 pm in Washington DC

Rain washes the sky grey

Rumi and ram dass

Purple and green leaves

On the trees outside my window

Smell of tea from my kitchen

Smell of last night from my beard

I seek to let go

And tonight I might succeed

Only to fail tomorrow

And try again the day after

Pretty girl walks her dog

Both of them in a raincoat

Slight smile flashes on my face

This is one of the faces of my lonesome

This is one of the days

Another one of my days

And my heart breaks by itself

Carrying all the love

And all the pain

That I have traded with this world

And I wish I could write to you

I wish you’d write back

If only we could pick back up again

Without all the awkward pauses due

Without blame

If only you thought of me

Like I’m thinking of you right now

And I could tell you about all the things I have learned

Like how the wind blows through an abandoned house

And how the homeless hold themselves in the cold

How the night can surprise you in a stranger city

And how to smile without meaning it

And how to mean it when you smile

And how pain is inevitably distributed to each heart

And how some turn it to beauty

But then, you know that last one well

You always did

metamorphesque:

ALT

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

primitivisms:

im in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell

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fairydrowning:

May you find people who are comfortable with you and whom you are comfortable with and I hope happiness heals every part of you.