when you look yourself at the mirror:
they do not hold your true soul
you just see what you are outside
it does not depict
what your rawness looks like
it's fascinating
how our skin felt in touch
with clothes we put in them
it's alluring to see
vehicles on the other side
of the road to be parallel
with each other—
and see faces and bodies
as we pass them on the road
we don't cross each other's lives—
but cross each other's path
the path we follow within ourself
it's fascinating how we
not ask our feets
where do we wanna go—
but still, we walk depending
of things our mind says
it's amazing
how our heart pounds
when every second falls
and do not notice
that it still beats
when we're dead enough
to make us not feel
less alive
June 06, 2023
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we are entirely made of opposites / you are a whole and i am a piece / i am that tiny fumes dispersed onto the sky while you are sturdy waves crest aside / i am a meager star apprehending your edges / you are the embodiment of bee-lines / you always go straight right your path / i couldn't go without you / you can leave without me
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
