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"So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence" _ R. Arnold

Seeing (by Arista) under a poem immediately let's me know that I'm going to finally feel understood

Her love is a rose, pale and dying Dropping her petals in land unknown All full of wine, the world before her Was sober with no place to go

But don't fool yourself she was heartache from the moment that you met her

I wandered too far from my true name, and the forest learned it before I did. Each step traded something livingβ€” a memory, a hunger, a certaintyβ€” until I was lighter than my shadow. The mirrors stopped recognizing me. They showed a figure shaped like habit, eyes borrowed, voice thinned by vows I never meant to keep. Somewhere, my old self sleeps under moss and quiet magic, waiting for a hand that remembers how to reach without asking permission. I walk on, spellbound and unfinished, wearing a face the world accepts. If I am lost, it is not for lack of searching, but because the path keeps changing when it realizes I am following it. By Arista

"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living." _ Jonathon saffron foer, extremely loud and incredibly close

If a love hasn't grown wings of dreams from the depths of your soul, Ripped open your chest, And perched on the rim To lick your bleeding heart. It wasn't a love after all