making peace.
maybe my fathers presence
would’ve ruined me
as much as his absence did.
allahu a’lam.
Have to find myself,
So they can find me too.
Stop searching,
Ground myself,
So they know where to look.
Get familiar with my gears,
So that they can learn how I work.
Get solid,
So they can hold on.
People like to be able to hold on to someone.
It must be great to fall so easily in and out of love. I wish I could have that. I’m still holding on to all my love. I have enough room in my heart for past n future love. I carry each giggle,each caress, each sigh like pocket full of treasures. I carry each tear, each scowl,each heartache like a pocketful of diamonds.
What am I without my bagful of trinkets?
silence
I heard a phrase yesterday that I absolutely loved. It went, ” silence is not spoken here”
how can I find my words?
nostalgia
i still think about you sometimes
the way you think of that holiday spent pickin ripe fruit off of trees
the way you think of your 8th christmass morning spent with family
the way you think of the first time you got passionately kissed by a boy you like
the way you think of that feeling you got when you first bought yourself a brand new pair of shoes
you are now just sweet sticky nostalgia
