ππππ π ππππ πΎ πΊπππΎπ πππππΎπ π πΊ π πππΎπ π π½πΊπ β‘
πππΊ: πΎπππ πΊππ½πππ π _πππ
Does anyone ever feel tired of simply existing?
πππππΎπ ππππ½πΎππ πΊππ½ β‘
Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You
Did this to my pen pal from Norway, I'm #so sorry.
Melt in my mouth like poetry
kiss my tears ever so delicately
hold me close to your heart
caress me on those dark nights
cage me in your love like never before
oh darling I still need your love
I still need your love.
One fine day my bestfriend asked me why I was so sad all the time and I just thought about how everything and nothing was making me sad. It wasn't a concrete experience I could pick out of my mind and say, "hey I'm sad about this", because honestly I don't know. I don't know what I'm sad about and I want to tell you I'm not okay but I don't know where to begin there is so much to be sad about and so less to be happy for. Sadness is a constant feeling, my sanctuary and happiness is like grains of sand it keeps slipping from my palms the more I try to hold on to it so I've stopped trying.
Okay but like I just think about lovers who came before us, before the advent of technology. When they had to yearn for days and days until their next letter and then the feeling of excitement mixed with curiosity whilst promising of secretly meeting them in a dingy place where a million conversations would happen in just a few words while their eyes hold each other captive or sneaking glances at each other in public and the unresolved sexual tension which keeps growing with every second of every minute and if they accidentally touch each other------
gosh where do I sign up?
#yes
That's it. That's their friendship.
(pretentious pen name to make it seem like im cool check) ENFP-T/Pisces/ love writing :)
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