Niceteethv - Freedom & Healing

There is a boy who still writes to you; and thinks about you all the time. He does this because...well doesn't know how not to.

Twenty seconds of courage that's all you need, twenty seconds

Playing for keeps

Memory does not count distance

Nor days or month's

Time illuminates memory

Memory is pain

So judge me not when I think of you

Memories turn my blood red

Turn it into ink

This ink is What speaks to you now

Bleeding is a slow dance

Slow dance between survival and death

If I told you that the medication for my condition

Is you

What would you do?

I have a pain

in my chest

Some longing in my heart,

an emptiness inside me

I’ve waited so patiently,

and still I wait

I wait for you to arrive

At the rendezvous in the dark morning

In blazing glory and dark

stubble.

I wait for you at the end

of sentences,

on the side of the road,

in the dead of night.

It’s like I’m reading a book. And it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you, and the words of our story but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this is who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live in your book anymore.

her(2013)

"Shame dies when stories are told in safe places." - Unknown

crush by richard siken // richard diebenkorn // richard diebenkorn // if there’s a way out i’ll take it by lora mathis

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them.