My favourite thing about the moon is how I can profoundly stare at it without consequences. There’s a price to pay for admiring the sun.
– Abdulsamad S. M.
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I always disappear. When I feel low, empty and not enough, I just isolate myself somewhere in my misery. And that's how I keep myself sane and alive. Escapism is my only way of living.
—Romaisa Yasmeen
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I'd give you the sun so that your days would be bright, even if that meant the rest of mine would be spent in the night.
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“And this part of me held onto the good parts of you, despite the bad I was blinded by the good heart that you once had.”
s.e
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I slept with a poet today.
I kissed him
with the remains of your name on my lips.
and he kissed me back, tasting
like the ashes of a burnt relationship,
soot on his lips
that screamed his lover's name.
but i did not mind.
After we made love that day,
when I held him close like I held you once,
I hugged him for so long, i believed
hoped, he would morph into you.
but he didnt.
Instead, he stood up
walked across the room,
and picked up a journal
from a stack of journals
flipped through the pages,
until
he found the one he was looking for.
poem. not lover.
He read it, out loud
for me to hear.
it was a poem about passion
and love
and all those other feelings
you made me feel.
all those other feelings
she made him feel.
and as he read
we both smile
knowing
that he was thinking about her
and i, you.
~ S/H🤎
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“I will go a lifetime of missing you for the privilege of loving you.”
-did you ever care?///
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i want to be like that –
largely a morning person
or nocturnal roses compelled
to survive fogs, molten guns
and stay wide awake
with vivid eyes, eager
not to miss the bullets
that burst into twilights.
—admer balingan, excerpt from name your fist after tenderness, "twilight bullets".
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I often think about how the moon connects people. Two hearts, hundreds, no, thousands of kilometers apart, bypassing boundaries, distance, and time, gazing upon the same moon.
– Abdulsamad S. M.
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