Picking up the pieces is her thing
Like how the sun picks the lonely
Turn its frown into something
Something more; something lovely
She sees everything that is me
Like how the moon sees the soul
Everything but pretensious; that’s she
Heard all my stories that was before untold
Her touch can calm the wildest beasts
Like how the stars calm the night sky
Touched her lips and now I’m diseased
A disease that would be with me ‘til I die
I’ve learned to love everything about her
All her flaws and insecurities included
But ask me her name; you’ll receive nothing as my answer
Eyes haven’t seen her yet; but my soul and hers will eventually meet
Be like the river,
serene even in
the midst of a
burning forest -
in your own direction
as if nothing ever
— || Maza-Dohta
Well I think it’s about finding someone who would stay no matter what; someone who would sail the seas with you not minding the weather condition. Someone who would never give up on you because that would never be an option.
Then never let her go.
there are two hundred and six bones in the human body
and there are around seven billion humans alive right now.
that means that there are at least one trillion
and four hundred and forty-two billion
bones in the world
i find enough solace to keep going
between the twenty seven in your hand
and the twenty seven in mine.