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Things I need. (1/∞) 💭💫

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One broken star in the infinite sky, dwindled softly through time, ache stricken, greedy for love. -Ann

Mary Karr, in “Facing Altars: Poetry and Prayer”

Casted shadows are beautiful until they're casted by your memories, or traumas. Who would dance in the shadows casted by nightmares?

Anneshwa

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”

— Robert Frost

Anneshwa Paul / A melancholic December morning

Your eyes ignited the unexpected wildfires that my little cottage heart wasn't ready for. Now, i burn, my home burns and your eyes burn while watching everything else flaring into ashes.

Anneshwa Paul

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

it is true, we do not know the existence of something, until it is felt in one way or another. the sunset was not known, before its brilliance in crimson, blush, and magenta was seen evolving across someone’s vision. thunder was not feared and hidden from until it was heard booming into a person’s eardrums. sunlight was not warm until it gazed upon a strangers naked skin. and i am forever misunderstood until my words land upon the hearts that need them the most. and what could be more prevailingly real than that.

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