Against all you blame me for,
From all I love you with. --Letter 1-- Starts,
I cannot undone you, can I? Suggest me ways, can you? To Bain this rainbow of fire I've within me. To vanish this plethora of love I have, in my dead and vintage heart.
Can you untangle all those curls of love I've been making and twisting since the first day I saw your pretty little eyes?
The eyes that can make any woman wonder why on earth you're not beside her?
How can I unlove you when I know youre everything I've ever wanted, the midnight dream that makes me smile when I'm sleeping, the rhythm that makes my heart pound and dance over and over again, even when I feel paralyzed.
You're the darkness I let the fireflies of my heart fly freely into. How can I God damn explain you that it is you, the imaginative you that comes and lays on my undone bed everynight and give me a million reasons to hold onto you, to love you more, every minute.
How can I tell you that you make sense to me, even on days you Dont make sense to your own self.
What do I tell you when you ask why do I search the smell of your Cologne in my closet?
Why do I thirst for your saliva more than I thirst for water?
How can I unlearn all your mesmerizing habits? Those Fierce kisses, those tender touches, those romantic nights? The nights when you made that linen damp even without touching any part of me.
How can I Slam the door of my heart
Exactly the way you did on the face of my love,
The legs of which are trembling to find the way back to their own heart.
For all the calumnies you raised,
With all the dead roses i had. -- Letter 1-- Ends.
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Premier dessin par @j.benhaim
So the stars have written us a letter. It’s rather lovely! The words are dusted with faith, punctuated by little miracles. There’s just one dialect – kindness. Go on, read it! ❤ //
‘There’s a picture by the beach at sunset, waiting to be taken. But the calendar has been set, fixed. The pens have also been lifted, and the ink has dried – they’ve told you that. Responsibilities and expectations surround your feet and you want to live up to them. You want to do the right thing. And we can only admire you more for that. Maybe He’ll even reward you for it. Who knows?
You’re allowed to keep certain memories. You can keep them tenderly, lovingly, like your most prized possession. Keep them close to your heart, but oh! not so tightly. Let them come to you in the middle of chaos, the happiness that smiles through your day. Let them be the peace that your tired soul craves for. Let them be your favourite good morning and your beloved good night. Let them be your moonlightunder the dark, rainy sky as the waterfall plays in the background of all your dream-come-trues.
Lie down under our roof then, clutching your hearts. Let the rhythms do the talking, let His love blink it all away. Whisper – don’t shout – the “I’m sorry“; it’s betterthat way. Because you’ll hear one, too!
You are jumping from one corner of the heart to another, listening to the Beckoning. You weren’t given a map through this terrible maze but you’ve been gifted the heart. The seven seas and the seven skies and the angels guarding you have all borne witness to that. When your earth was created, you met your end then. This, dear children, is just the beginning. You’re on the journey. You’ll get there. With time, and patience, and compassion, and love, and kindness. You’ll get there if He wills it. You’ll get somewhere. You only need to ask. So ask again.
So now go to sleep, children! Let the angels hum you a lullaby as you loosen those knots.
Once in your lifetime, you’ll meet the purpose of this earthly, fragile existence. Whatever you, do not let it go. Do not let the sand slip away, do not let the mirror break. It’s a gift.
May you always see our Light! '