BIG difference and don't ever forget this. It changes everything. Do you think the difference matters?
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I just made a personal page @farawaaayyy follow it to get to know faraway the writer more, instead of just faraway the writing page. I’ll be posting on there a ton, so definitely check it out!! Much love ☺️❤️ @farawaaayyy
Potrei anche non svegliarmi,
sfuggire al levar del sole
e ignorare nuovi tramonti:
ché strappano promesse
da infrangere in principio,
nate su un letto di nuvole
tra cieli dipinti
da ingenua illusione,
da fragile immaginazione
che s'aggrappa alle briciole,
ad una virgola qui e là
e un istante di respiro
posto su di esse.
Potrei anche non svegliarmi,
i capricci del tempo,
che procede lesto
eppure attento, sensibile
verso ogni movimento ,
a qualunque mutamento.
- certamente distante -
a qualunque brandello
di una volontà sepolta,
ai margini d'ogni riga
o forse annegata
tra fiumi d'inchiostro
che mai ha sfiorato
Opposto - innegabilmente diverso -
da quanto era scorso,
irruento come vento
bruciante più del fuoco,
sui sentieri della pelle
e ad ogni angolo intorno.
Erano giorni d'estate,
erano notti d'inverno,
di una vita
che più non sente,
né si consente
di osare ancora. (...) Potrei anche non svegliarmi,
scegliere di non sfidarmi
ma... posta a fondo,
su vie impraticabili
la nota - ostinata -
dal loro gelo. @shanessa_murphy
When she fell, she fell apart.
Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk
When she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew away
with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends
When she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink forming the words of a thousand voices
Echoes she heard even in her sleep:
"Whatever you say, it is not right."
"Whatever you do, it is not enough."
"Your kindness is fake."
"Your pain is manipulative."
When she lay there on the ground,
She dreamed of time machines and revenge and a love that was really something,
Not just the idea of something.
When she finally rose, she rose slowly
Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies
Wary of phone calls and promises,
Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes
When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness
Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck
Bathed in her brokenness
Said a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armor she never knew she needed
Standing broad-shouldered next to her was a love that was really something, not just the idea of something.
When she turned to go home,
She heard the echoes of new words "May your heart remain breakable
But never by the same hand twice"
And even louder:
"without your past,
you could never have arrived-
so wondrously and brutally,
By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance
Love it’s not “I’m gonna give you that but I wanna back something else, love is “Take that, I want you to be happy”, “I wanna see you happy”.
Pure #love has nothing to do with interest.
If you love those people, you should want them to be happy, even when it hurts you, you should want the best for them.
I perfectly understand the human nature, we tend to expect, and It’s #painful seeing people that we love, people that we gave time and affection unbothered about us, or raising barriers of ego, even after the #beautiful times that you passed with those people, they tend to avoid you. It’s painful, it’s understandable.
We are more than 7 billion, and each of us it’s a unique individual.
Sometimes you’ve gotta move on.