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formlesself · 7 months
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‘my mother liked scribbling leaves whenever she was on the phone and I think it meant something’
by huda (roaming remnants)
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formlesself · 7 months
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Much love to your beautiful writing 🤍
i see the leaves fall outside and try to believe in the beauty of letting go. that it’s okay to shake off the old. but it feels like that beauty isn‘t meant for me; like it‘s okay only if it‘s the tree, or a friend, or anyone else, but i‘m not allowed to let go - to choose to be free. to surrender to the crisp air and the sweaters. to let the soft ground carry me. instead i tiptoe around the leaves on the ground for fear of breaking anything else. which makes going outside like walking on eggshells -
so i stay inside, and fall continues on without caring that i‘ve been left behind. i sit here and make my coffee and watch the leaves through the window, first turning all hues of brown, red and gold, then eventually falling off as the weather grows too cold. soon winter will be here and i‘m already grieving the end of this season that i‘m not even fully living in, instead sitting lonely and longing for someone else‘s version of autumn - a version full of fireplaces and forests and fairy lights, living a careless and joyful life, not one full of failed attempts to go outside.
the leaves fall from the trees and indian summer turns to icy breeze and nothing changes for me except the view outside my window. and i sort of hate it here - but i know i‘ll miss the fall even so, because i‘ve never been good at letting go.
so i guess i‘ll leave it to the trees.
♥️🪐
[ inspired by this post: https://www.instagram.com/p/CxvXNWGqpkB/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== ]
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formlesself · 7 months
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"Have you ever been in a room without a window? Dreams could never escape the walls. Can you still call it home?"
— Lamma Al-Rifaie, 2023.
art & words on IG: @_lamma_
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formlesself · 7 months
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"My hand longed to touch a heart beyond its reach. Now I am searching for an arm instead of a heart."
— Lamma Al-Rifaie, 2023.
art & words on IG: @_lamma_
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formlesself · 7 months
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"Sometimes I wish I can meet people in the middle of their suffering, and talk to them with love and silence instead of big words and stuttering.
"Sometimes I do not know what to say so I try to say something. I want to say less, but I want it to mean something."
— Lamma Al-Rifaie, 2023.
art & words on IG: @_lamma_
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formlesself · 7 months
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"She encounters walls everyday. She finds a window. She is close to exit a room that has grown too small for her tiny body."
— a moth visits me and then leaves like everything else, Lamma Al-Rifaie, 2023.
art & words on IG: @_lamma_
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formlesself · 7 months
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"Like a child, I want to sleep on the couch tonight, and find myself in bed the next morning."
— a passing thought in a sleepless night, at 3:36 am, 2023.
do you remember this? why does it become a necessary feeling in adulthood?
art & words on IG: @_lamma_
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formlesself · 7 months
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"I sit between the morning and the night, like an armchair waiting for somebody."
— Lamma Al-Rifaie, 2023
art & words on IG: @_lamma_
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formlesself · 7 months
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"Perhaps we are not too far away. Perhaps we are closer than we think. There is just a sky between us, and few stars to travel."
— Lamma Al-Rifaie, 2023.
art & words on IG: @_lamma_
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