hooman

a soul alive

as much as it does

to a body.

it feeds with love,

kindness,

compassion,

and passion—

‘cause we are just

bodies seeking

watch how a woman

become one with earth

that she can grow a mountain

and makes the earth abundant

with rare gems—

you are a one of a kind soul.

ask her, she would do it again

for the world.

human tissue and veins.

if i look closely

and follow the marks,

the way it is stitched

is very detailed

especially the part where

the thread is tied off—

even your scars are well done!

at a later time people will detach themselves from you—like autumn does to trees. there will be days they will fall one by one, and days they'll walk away at once.

then you will know winter has come, your days and night will be colder. loneliness will sip through your pores—in the  traces of their detachment, and yearning will hug your soul. you'll go running into your bed, grab the thickest blanket, and jam yourself for warmth.

𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗

𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕

𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠

𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢

it always begin

with an appetizer

that salty taste

that burn wounds

but makes you

want for

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵?

the main course

bitter, sweet,

sour and salty

the last but not

the least, dessert

the satisfaction

it doesn't matter

how love tasted

as long as it will

you don't have to be

the kind of beautiful

that makes people

pick you for no reason

when you bloom

dear candle,

i know you don't trust

your light

it's little and fragile

and how you're

slowly melting

like tears

that eventually dries

when it touches the floor

i know how it scares you

to be left alone

in the darkness, lifeless

but i will try

to shape you again

and again

i thought it was the calm before the storm

the day you knocked on my door

i should have known

that i've welcomed chaos with open arms;

love is in the palm of your hands and

destruction lies on the palm of your feet,