he pulled them to a dirty alleyway and the first time they kissed was like kismet. then his hand was down their pants, and nothing was ever the same.
"her hair was as dark as night,simplifying it into braids with jasmine flowers stuck in the plaits. she mimic'd it on them, and it was the first time nihal felt pretty."
they yearned for what their roots were from, but that mean't revisiting the past. did they think about their parents? often. and they will live on as a memory. that is what grief is, permanent and often thought upon.
"Longing
is nourishing for the strong.
It is like a window
on a high tower, through which
blows the wind of strength."
- Swir, “Virginity"
It is like a window
on a high tower, through which
blows the wind of strength."
- Swir, “Virginity"
"Shapes shifting through the sheets
of paper, in my dreams
soft pillow seams, we move like a gentle
firey breeze -
your shape consumes me."
- Toyo Douglas
of paper, in my dreams
soft pillow seams, we move like a gentle
firey breeze -
your shape consumes me."
- Toyo Douglas
the first time wasn't in a lovers embrace,
not in the comforts of a mattress,
but instead stolen time,
hidden behind packages in a fedex truck,
taking advantage of hidden eyes.
not in the comforts of a mattress,
but instead stolen time,
hidden behind packages in a fedex truck,
taking advantage of hidden eyes.
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen" - nihal believed him.
nihal left a piece of themselves in rye town beach, snatched with the swing. bearing heart and soul within a few sentences, and they felt safe with him. opening themselves to possible threats that would undermine their independence. when they closed their eyes that night, they dreamt of baby blue eyes.