Blue

When the music starts,
it doesn’t feel like something nice.
The trees say hello
but the doors bang louder.
It keeps on telling you
you can’t
because you’re blue,
you’re blue,
you’re blue.
The tides splash in unison
that swallow you whole
down the seabed,
around the ocean floor.
When you tell yourself it’s time you do,
they remind you that  you’re blue you’re blue you’re blue.

The streaks of your long, vibrant hair
fall under your lower hip.
But why do you sell yourself short?

The color of your eyes begins to fade
and your life has been miserable for the past decade.
When the only person you can trust
is you,
it’s hard to forget
the blue,
your blue,
you’re blue.

(Artist yet unknown)

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As a writer

In words, we find solace stitched in our hearts.
In words, our hands intertwine with fire on the trembling ground.
In words, we chase our realities and wake up living our dreams.
In words, we fall in love with unrequited souls that leave postcards in our front porch; reminding us to come
home
home
home.
In words, our stories are somersaulting around the blemished skies.
In words, we find salvation.
In words, we are free.

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(sketch by Vincent Van Gogh)

“Never date a writer.”

So I came across this post when I was scrolling in my feed. They say that dating writers can be very risky because of the utopia they somehow create in their minds; and because they never, ever, fail to write everything about you.

“There’s this amazing boy I know who I’m too afraid to befriend,” it said. “Simply because I’m crushing on him so hard and I always don’t know what to say. If he knew even half the things I say about him, he’ll probably be beyond shocked.”

“Things like, ‘He is incomparable to all the muses of every existing angel in this world’ or ‘He may not be the head-turner or the star of among all the other guys, but he is perfect [for] me. Perfectly imperfect, that’s what he is.'”

Why wouldn’t you date a writer? Can’t stand that their mind works millions of different ways?

If you’re looking for an honest and sincere relationship, then date a writer. If you don’t, then I don’t give a damn about you. Because, out of all people, writers are the ones who see. If a writer falls in love with you, you’re lucky. You might as well consider yourself as an immortal (Tahereh Mafi: words will live as long as people can remember them.) They notice every single detail about something they love, and they convert their feelings into words. The best thing about them is that when they fall in love, they don’t fall hard. They fall deep. I think that’s beautiful.

Don’t be afraid of dating someone who writes.
Be afraid of dating someone who doesn’t.

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