I Knew What I Wrote Was Real When It Scared Me To Write It

" oh yes, i'm a writer " *doesnt write anything for 6 months*

The moments between giggling beginnings

& sobbing peripheries.

My body got well aquainted

with your amber touch,

now remains unbothered in the alleyways

of fading emotions.

My heart remained sangfroid in

your presence,

even when the entire edifice was on fire,

but now me and my little heart burn

in your longing.

- Anneshwa

🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

2021 | August 31

Evening lofi 🌟

An evening stroll with a person I love…

Jane Austen was right when she said “I am half agony, half hope.”

In madness and in magnetic beauty, in glory and in melancholy.

Competition kills the joy of the process.

Touch you, and touch you and feel you, and feel you from far, touch you from far, breathe you from far and bathe in you from far. I cannot get closer, you intimidate me, you scare me, the blazing fire in your eyes petrifies me.

-Anneshwa 💛

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she belongs in a museum of flowers, folded between the pages of a book to dry