the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility.

when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands.

the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey.

the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them.

the year i made peace and love, right here.

– Warsan Shire –

Of love

It is anguish truly to pass

from love’s narrow alley again

until darkness falls,

one day on death’s day.

Narrow, deep and sorrowful

that I remember for a long time

what costs in my heart

it’s re-passing.

However, so be it, what’s the point

I always look for the kiss.

Last kiss, first kiss

and with so much anticipation.

I always look for the kiss

that many promised

but nobody could

ever give it to me.

Maybe one day when I’m lost

returning to the seabed once again

and with the night secretly

become once more a pair.

This undiscovered kiss

that I yearned for so much

as if it were an old debt of hers

to bring it back to me.

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Books can also provoke emotions. And emotions sometimes are even more troublesome than ideas. Emotions have led people to do all sorts of things they later regret-like, oh, throwing a book at someone else.

– Pseudonymous Bosch – The Name of This Book Is Secret