It sucks to lose everything your heart beats for.
BISMA IJAZIt sucks to lose everything your heart beats for.
BISMA IJAZYou are the dream I never want to wake up from.
BISMA IJAZOnce I was the sun. The sun that burnt so bright it lit up everyone’s sky. The sun ran out of fuel. The sun that died under its own weight. The sun that sucks on the light of others now. The sun is now a black hole, itself.
BISMA IJAZI push people away because I’m afraid if I get hurt, I might not heal again. I push them so away. I paint my walls so good they can’t recognize me anymore. I don’t give people a chance.
BISMA IJAZI am an arrow – Put me in your bow and let fly. Let this story go by in the blink of an eye.
BISMA IJAZI have always wished someone to look right through all my struggles without me having to utter a word.
BISMA IJAZINAUDIBLE. How am I supposed to clean up this mess? Put the pieces back together and make sure it feels alright in my chest. Then wear a smile and walk ahead.
BISMA IJAZWe are all just infinities, bounded by our bodies, trying to find forever in a numbered days.
BISMA IJAZA few days might mean nothing, but when you are going through hell, they feel like an eternity.
BISMA IJAZDon’t be afraid to love all your broken pieces. They will finally wether with the waters of ages, shrinking into friendly gemlike pebbles that are soft to your soul.
BISMA IJAZThe brighter the light, The darker the shadows. The more the lights, The more the number of shadows.
BISMA IJAZIs it too late to bring those forevers back to life?
BISMA IJAZSo darling, pick up those pieces and make something beautiful out of them because you can. You might have to bake them hot to rejoin them but trust me, it’s worth it.
BISMA IJAZOn quiet nights, I find the raging oceans within me, dancing with the moonlight.
BISMA IJAZWhen you are on your way to find yourself, Remember that getting lost is a part of the process.
BISMA IJAZThe lantern of my dreams, the more it burns, the brighter it seems.
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