Lifediaryofann - Ann

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“I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.”

— Sage Francis

He is so much like me, talking to him is like talking to myself, looking into his eyes is just like looking into the mirror.

-Anneshwa

[ID: text seen as; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’

a poem by Frank O’Hara]

Van Gogh And His Sunflowers by terry wei

Why's everything so heavy?

What do you do, when you don't feel your soul in your body? You wait for the soul to return, because it gets lost sometimes, but never forgets the way back home✨

~ Returning Home ~

Anneshwa ✨

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 💛

@bhoomisworld ❤️🌻

Today the clouds arrived, sealed in a sunset envelope, my cheeks turned tender pink reading the most beautiful letter from nature.

Anneshwa paul