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Once you love something, does it ever leave you?

Even if that flame died down over the long drizzly years, with the right spark and some luck at the right moment, it could easily get reignited again, as if it has always been quietly smoldering inside you. Sometimes, you wouldn’t even mind being burnt all over again. And sometimes, you learn how to get closer without getting burnt again. Then, you finally start to understand the thing you love.

It’s so strange.

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『 花 』

Someone once said, flowers make good gifts because when they wither, people wouldn’t feel bad about throwing them away. But the flowers others gave to me, they wouldn’t wither even without care. Under the muted heat of the tropics, they thrive, as if an illusion.

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Salvaged smile

If you can’t live the way others do, will it be alright to live the way you know how? Gently, searching for something you can love.

If you can’t love something the way others do, will it be alright to find a different way to love? Quietly, tracing along the shore of another’s.

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If there were only one thing left that these empty hands could grab, I think I’d want it to be your outstretched hand If it were too clean, it’d be terrifying, so I’d like it to be a little dirty

At times, I’d find something so plain and simple, just another thing among many others, yet something about it strikes me as painfully beautiful.

Why this particular one, and not another?

At times, I’d say, “I don’t like such and such things” only to find an exception or two after quite some time. Always.

I still can’t, but I want to believe in our capacity to accept and love.

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the same words that never reach, the bridge you can only pretend to burn the gentleness always rejected, the crimes you close your eyes to and quietly shoulder

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It never ceases to amaze me how something can hold so much ugliness and beauty at the same time. Sometimes the place I thought to be the safest also become the place that makes no sense and constantly breaks the things I believe in. Slowly learning to believe in new, different things from now on is difficult, but perhaps it gets easier with time.

Meanings wouldn’t soar forever. Desires would be shed. Promises would simply wither or perish.

However, you don’t have to experience every single thing to truly live.

It’s hard to be just one thing and not another. Occasionally we become someone else, and that’s okay too.