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I watch the words fall on my lap, scattered and inconsistent

Like a spilled glass of cherry wine

I feel my heart beating so fast

And my flesh so hot, it ignites

Yet I seek no redemption

Laying on the damp sand I contemplate

The sea and the waves, touching gently my toes then withdrawing again

Like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously

And I can feel the weight of my thoughts

Pressing to my ribs

And all I want is to breathe this oceanic exhale into my inhale

And to embrace myself whole, body and soul

Without knowing how or when

I want the waves to emerge into the curves of my ribcage

To anchor me deep

And what sweetness I would feel

To be reborn, to be a child still

With insatiable desire to live

To love everything just a little too much

The trees, the seas, the orchards, and the heavens

As the waves came to caress my lips, my face and my waist

With a heavenly softness I’ve never felt before

My body came to know fire

That warmed me perpetually

And I opened my eyes

The sun had not risen yet

With naked body and bare feet

I walked into the water

And took in the sweetness

The deepness

The darkness

Of the waves…


 

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« what are you so afraid of losing when nothing in this world belongs to you. »

I think of this quote way often, way more than i should.
Every time the sunset is too beautiful, the trees cast the shadows on the streets, and i catch myself missing old versions of me, of how everything used to be .. every time a train passes by and i just stand there, standing still in a world that’s constantly moving forward.

Every time i raise my eyes to the vast deep blue sky and the stars are flickering with light, a passionate light, showering the world with their magic. Every time the moon is following me down a long heavy road from home to home — a feeling I’ll never get used to. Every time i catch a bird doing its little dance in the misty rain and it all feels a bit too good to be true .. every time a familiar face passes next to me on a road busy with people, with life.

Every time i feel safe, scared, hopeful .. every time i feel, i am reminded of how « nothing in this world belongs to me, and i belong to everything. » Of how i have nothing to lose yet everything to experience .. what a wonderful gift it is that none of this grief i carry between the palms of my hands belongs to me, none of this beauty around me belongs to me. I get to live through it all. I get to experience it all.

Written by: Hadil Khalili

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