beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies

If I only have few minutes to live, I'd stare at your face while you sleep. I'd spent my last minutes with the thought of you in mind. It'd be a peaceful farewell.

In the wilderness, a tree so old live by A tree so tall and firm and brawny and dry Amidst the foggy lawn The droplets in its every leaves, in the morning sun Shines like a twinkling fairy glitter having fun I think that tree felt cold; it existed long before I I couldn't utter words for birds are enjoying their time--     they seem so jolly and alive Then, a fruit fell right before my eyes It was covered with dirt, cracked; I sighed I could understand then, when the fruit is ripe It needs to go and live its life; It could never grow if it still hangs there with the fruits that live in his time

The all-powerful Zahir seemed to be born with every human being and to gain full strength in childhood, imposing rules that would thereafter always be respected: 🕳️ People who are different are dangerous; they belong to another tribe; they want our lands and our women. 🕳️We must marry, have children, reproduce the species. 🕳️Love is only a small thing, enough for one person, and any suggestion that the heart might be larger than this is considered perverse. 🕳️When we marry, we are authorized to take possession of the other person, body and soul. 🕳️We must do jobs we detest because we are part of an organized society, and if everyone did what they wanted to do, the world would come to a standstill. 🕳️We must buy jewelry; it identifies us with our tribe, just as body piercing identifies those of a different tribe. 🕳️We must be amusing at all times and sneer at those who express ...

I will be yours in 20s I will be tough in 30s I will be soft in 40s I will stay as understanding in 50s I will stay yours by 60s I will laugh with you by 70s I will never forget you by 80s If I cant make it by 90s or younger— Please love our grandkids the way you have loved our babies. I will always love you This body is yours, baby . Remember me when Im no longer around.

I will choose you. Even on the days when you are tired and worn, when you can barely lift your head from the pillow, when you roll over— a groan escaping your lips. Even on the mornings when you curse the bathroom mirror, when you shrug on your clothes in the dark, when you brew your morning coffee and sip it slowly with the lights off. Still, I will choose you. I will rise from bed and cross that kitchen floor. I will wrap my arms around your tired body and lean my forehead against your chest. I will breathe deeply and slowly, praying for you, willing all my love to follow you wherever you go. I will choose you. Even if a smile is far from your face, even when you are angry and bitter. Still, I will smile, and kiss your cheek and tell you I love you. Still, I will go back to sleep, even just for an hour, dreaming of your hand in mine. Still, I will choose you. I will choose you. Even on the days when you do not choose yourself, on the nights when your hair is a mess ...

Just realized that I'm really flawed. My scars are showing again It's upon my skin All over my legs Then thinking about it made me realize another thing: I am blessed to have been loved by a human—him. I should be thankful that he is with me I love him so much. P.S. When I say flaws and scars, it's literally drawn in my physical skin. Awful, yes. P.P.S. Can't tell if he'll accept me the moment he'll see it.