``

I won’t say it, but if I said it, there would be a fluttering of nightingales in my chest 

and a flavor of stars in my mouth and there would be new roses in the world."

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"i fall apart

to a rhythm these days.

my heart is a ticking bomb

that combusts

with every wound to graze its skin."

— Noor Shirazie

``

january is almost over; 2018 seems like a good kind of hurricane -

the kind that sweeps everything away for it all to reset and reassemble. 

-

ironically the uncertainty of it all

could be what makes this;

makes two souls braver

despite knowing of the 

fleeting, floating,

a free fall.