It took me so long to realize that home is not just a place with four walls built upon the vows of a married couple who said they'd give me the world if they could but never told me that I am a universe on my own. And even though the old house is the place I am dying to touch the walls of one more time, it's not my home anymore. It was this one single night when a stranger passed through me that I knew that home is not just some apartment, but a person, a thought, a faded memory, the open arms of somebody or even me; I am my home. For all I know, I hold myself together firmly and shelter myself from the world that shall come to an end any minute now. Or so I hope.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
With every Athan and every church bell that rings, I pray to God and ask him to heal me.I ask him for another sunrise and another tongue that would only utter the words that end wars.
I pray for a neck that would reach out for the sky.
I pray for hands that would give life to every dead thing they touch.
I pray for a chest that doesn't set my lungs on fire every time they try to break my ribcage and set themselves free.
I pray for a hair that doesn't smell of all the cigarettes each lover lit with their hands in mine.
I pray for eyes that would only cry when they're cried for.
I pray doe a heart that doesn't beat irrationally for the sake of possessing all the love in the world.
I long to be human.
I pray for a neck that would reach out for the sky.
I pray for hands that would give life to every dead thing they touch.
I pray for a chest that doesn't set my lungs on fire every time they try to break my ribcage and set themselves free.
I pray for a hair that doesn't smell of all the cigarettes each lover lit with their hands in mine.
I pray for eyes that would only cry when they're cried for.
I pray doe a heart that doesn't beat irrationally for the sake of possessing all the love in the world.
I long to be human.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
The 19th of December, 1958
I was 16 and you warmed up the spaces between my fingers and told me that we'll face the world together, forever. And I had no doubts. You looked into my eyes and all went quiet, like God had muted the whole world just for us to start raising our voices because nothing could ever be louder than the sound of our beating hearts when they're speaking on the behalf of love.
March the 28th, 1964
I was losing my mind with a mouthful of Whiskey and no war could fucking compare. Your parents sucked all the light I had in me the minute they took you away and stated that I'll never be able to have the smell of your skin stuck on my body ever again.
3rd of January, 1965
My bed sheets have seen it all. Sleep hadn't knocked upon my eyes ever since you left. I smoked a cigarette for each time your absence smothered the roots of my soul. My fingers were all cold and numb, longing for yours to make them feel okay again. And even so, I knew you were going to come back.
I was 16 and you warmed up the spaces between my fingers and told me that we'll face the world together, forever. And I had no doubts. You looked into my eyes and all went quiet, like God had muted the whole world just for us to start raising our voices because nothing could ever be louder than the sound of our beating hearts when they're speaking on the behalf of love.
March the 28th, 1964
I was losing my mind with a mouthful of Whiskey and no war could fucking compare. Your parents sucked all the light I had in me the minute they took you away and stated that I'll never be able to have the smell of your skin stuck on my body ever again.
3rd of January, 1965
My bed sheets have seen it all. Sleep hadn't knocked upon my eyes ever since you left. I smoked a cigarette for each time your absence smothered the roots of my soul. My fingers were all cold and numb, longing for yours to make them feel okay again. And even so, I knew you were going to come back.
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