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Second of all, I wish you encounter all the kindness, all the sun rays, all the beauty there is out there. May happiness bless your heart in every way possible. May nature kiss you fondly. I hope you find what you wish to hold and lose what is keeping you in a cage. If you find flowers remember me and smile. If you find a man who sells balloons, take one, tell it the secrets you'd wish to send away and let it go in India's sky.
Much much love to you. Sending you all the protective thoughts I can send you.
Stay safe like a woman would, go wild like a kid would, be strong like the man you are.



- LynnAA

Because there is something about people after they take a shower
They look very infantlike, very innocent
They feel warm and susceptible to breakage
They look like they want to be loved, like they can be easily loved
They are at their cleanest, as if born anew after each wash
They smell of nature and their hair is untouched, heavily hanging off their heads uncovering their faces
You just can't not look at them
You just can't not love them in that instant
Because for a fraction of a second they look, feel and smell like something that has never encountered life's heaviness.



- LynnAA

Your crying eyes are gorgeous, tell me all your little secrets.


- LynnAA

When cuddles turns into curfew and happiness into radicalism

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When you can't let go of someone because it feels like a home you're about to rent.

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Je te promets, si tes yeux caressent encore une fois mon corps, je m'en prendrai à tes lèvres comme une lionne qui s'est abandonnée à ta parade nuptiale.

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We seek each other's lips and avoid each other's eyes.

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To run away from the things we desire but can't have.

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When people give you something nice to get used to, your life can become a mess, waiting for it everyday.

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You make me want to wonder what you look like.

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A sunset is an eternity with you.

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We smell of love and violence.

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You and I live in a bubble of dreams crushed by the reality of who we are.

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Although we'll be strangers soon, he'll dream about me tonight.

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We try to physically escape a cage that is in our mind.

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Even when he calls me to tell me he loves me, he breaks my heart.

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بدَّك تكون عَنيد؟ كون عنيد ع غيري




- LynnAA

It was never about possession.
It was about yearning to feel. It was about the immensity I was drowning in with every look of his eyes.
Feeble was I for feelings were taken away from me at many stages of my life; and greedy was I for I was given back, all at once, what I had lost and this time as well, it wasn't mine to take.
I hold on to anything that moves me, even when my arms extend out of my body and I feel the world at the tip of my fingers, I hold on to it because my being fluctuates with it.
I am in love with whatever holds love, with whatever represents it and it's consuming - to feel so deeply, so dearly, so beautifully and know that this as well will be taken away from me.
Probably nothing you encounter is yours, not even your own body, but as long as you get to have it, even for an instant, take it, love it immensely, and if it goes away, it would have been nothing but felicity - felicity embedded with gorgeous memories which, at the moment of redolence, would scar.
But the scars will heal, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not in a month, maybe not before your birthday, but they will heal.
It is all in your head, and sometimes it is hard to keep control of it, but you will look over it and life will go on for you and feelings will flow your way then ebb away then flow your way then ebb away again and you will be granted memories soft as clouds in a calm January sky.
Only don't be afraid to feel, no tree would blossom in spring if it hadn't forsaken all of its leaves in autumn.



- LynnAA

I remember well -
A stroke of light leaked in and touched your eyelids.
You opened your eyes and I was lying so close to you that all I saw was your pupil shrinking and your iris growing light honey.
You were looking at me -
I swear I lost my breath - No sunsets behind clouds, no gibbous moons in daytime skies, no poppies in the last days of spring could compare to the awe I sunk in at the sight of your eyes.
You were ever so beautiful in that instant that I made sure to look at you long enough to carve one more photograph of you and keep it in a memory that defies the flow of Lethe.



- LynnAA