10.49AM FRI 21 OCT 2022.

two bodies dying to be in love

together to stay that forever

it is difficult to confess

their eyes can't feel eachother

skin and souls fighting

one wants warmth of intimacy

and there is another

who is drowned in the sea

no one knows better than me

what it is to stay alive in someone

when you have no reason to live

a love will give you a reason to die

lover shall kill you from inside out

eventually they'll be

the person you can't live without

hope you'll not be that cruel for me

for the reason i gave you my heart

be kind to me and all

you have my most delicate part.

~august.

December 1, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

fall for me.

they don't see the dew on the leaves which were my tears because those aren't from my eyes.

they don't know i cannot cry because i am just an echo of desert, and everything is dry.

instead of my eyes, my heart cries.

my heart yells evertime a nail is pierced on my soul which is so concealed that it is as invisible as air.

i have no place to shed tears. i have no home to weep.

for me, these leaves cry. they know the pain i am enduring. they understand my heartache.

i have eyes but they see me more. they are my companion in my best and worse. they give me a way to breathe.

i could never be more thankful to what earth gave me and how soil is always giving me a place to keep my feet on.

i am fortunate enough to have a friend no one else has.

-Aakriti.

maybe someday soon, we'll be there, together, forever.

— Virginia Woolf, from “Carlyle’s House and Other Sketches.”

I grow so weary of being alive

My feet are aching, I just long for rest

& I count the reasons now to survive

They are all fleeting, I feel like a guest

The blue sky is bleeding, fading to gray

The flowers have all grown wilted and torn

There is no softness that begs me to stay

My smile becomes dim, so faded and worn

There's no advice in the heavens for me

& the stars are all just looking away

I'm a blackened branch in a burning tree

A faded novel with nothing to say

I have lost everything I loved the most

I am a person that's shaped like a ghost

what if we could see wind..?

a cold breeze in winter morning or gentle flow in sunny day.

love is so as like as wind.

a very essential but invisible thing.

it isn't just an object or a prize, it is something keeping me alive and each one of us.

we cannot see what is letting out hair flow in a space where there is barely something, or what is drying our clothes when there is no sun.

there is so many things we don't think about.

example, love.?

can we ever reach to the end of how much we adore someone..?

everything is so less and few infront of them.

we don't know how much we inhale the air but we know it is something as valuable as our life.

will we ever know it's importance as long as we survive..?

-Aakriti.

when i turn off the lights

I'll not run but stand there

so the ghosts can take me

and wipe away my tear

oh how i dare to be that

i should be scared instead

but that's not me

and i will rather choose be dead

when the ghost comes near

i will ask it something

are you real.?

or are you too pretending.?

"i am too heartless", I'll say

but with skin and bones

and you're void darkness

like everyone knows

yet i could feel you shivering

just as frightened as me

you and i are no different

we are tied, even when we're free

~august/fictionflaws

Happy Friday the 13th

Riddle the Cat lookin sleepy and evil