Tell me of the wounds that never close. Your smile cannot stitch together the many gashes you have endured. You have learned to live in pieces.

The days begin to resemble each other. One morning bleeds into the next. I cannot stop the repetition from hurling further into an unknowable vacuum. Save me from deteriorating into a routine I never chose for myself.

I personally think it's really cool how we all went from learning how to make banana bread to learning how to abolish the police in a matter of weeks

The unrecognizability turned me into myself. I was nothing but a shallow performance until I learned to turn away from the soulless audience. If all goes well, there will be no returning road, no way back to who I left behind.

Do for me a kindness. Soak up the rainfall within my heart. Transform it into sunlight so radiant, even the stars themselves are blinded beyond repair.

Thank you for the kind words!

Must every conversation die a cold death before we return our egos to ash? You conceal your wounds with so many layers, they no longer resemble skin. There is no way to touch you anymore. Tell me of the poems upon your tongue before they, too, perish.

How deeply love and fear cling to one another. I had forgotten what it was like, to taste both and not wish to run from another being.

And remember, the strife is as temporary as the joy. Everything shall pass as inevitably as it once arrived. ——————Noor Shirazie

Writers: Noor Shirazie and @boogieandblues 🌕💙

“You discarded something real for something easy and wept over what you gave away.” - Noor Shirazie