When The Sky Gets Painted, Everyone Keeps Moving, But We Stop And Stare, We Hold Hands & Our Eyes Constantly

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if i was in a jane austen novel i would be the one sent to the seaside for my health

I tried to asseverate

the state of my heart,

I asked you to be gentle with it,

but you intervened,

tugged me close,

and kissed me mad.

Now I bleed your name

and your sight is out of reach.

I spend my days looking for the moon in the broad daylight.

I've lost all sense of clarity.

You should've let me complete my sentence,

before you kissed me,

because now you cannot kiss me without tasting your name on my lips.

-Anneshwa

This need, nobody knows it, this longing doesn't go away

Competition kills the joy of the process.

Your eyes play with my mind, like your fingers on a guitar strings. It creates a blooming symphony, and roots deep in my heart and grows up beyond the clouds.I thought facts don't care about feelings, But these feelings don't give a damn about the facts. My heart keeps waiting for an epiphany, it wants to be a resident of your 'not so vacant house', and wants to make it a home, a Paradise.

Anneshwa Paul

do you still feel my sickness in your bones?

if you’re in you’re early-mid twenties and they fucking suck, i promise they fucking suck for most people because it’s the time when you are really figuring out who you want to be how you fit into the world who you should surround yourself and it’s mostly misfires and painful learning experiences and reckoning with your childhood and learning to heal your deep wounds, it’s a very very painful transformation process and it doesn’t really end as you get older, you keep growing and learning, but you learn more and more the tools you need and you can equip yourself with them in times of hardship and find the spaces where you belong that can hold you

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I will heal, after a semi quiet yawp, i will heal.

Anneshwa Paul