Sometimes, you have to leave people, just there, in that vacancy of space, to give yourself peace, to embrace your own version of life without them. What is yours will be yours.
— Chuck Akot

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Sometimes, you have to leave people, just there, in that vacancy of space, to give yourself peace, to embrace your own version of life without them. What is yours will be yours.
— Chuck Akot

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Honest
Here I am, body.
I am tired, I don't understand you
Can't understand how you carry the burdens of my mind with you
Day in day out
My skin feels worn out, I am trusting on you
There is something happening and I don't know why
I feel this way, why I live this way, what even is the way?
We are alone, zoned out, of this earth
Trapped and captured, attached with my insides
I wish I could turn my self inside out
turn off all the doubts
but I can't
I am just being me
that's honest
Morning dew waits to cast it’s radiance
With the morning sun.
Yet your eyes glisten
Despite this starlit darkness.
It is not yet light
Dawn of hope
Illusions we hold
To the stars we look for
Constellations tell stories
Behind lashes
That can’t hold back this sunrise
A twilight full of promise
As eyes slowly open so does heart
We see as never before
Sundrops in your eyes dissolve
Giving me the strength to go on.
c.S. and e.v.e.
Collaboration between @argumentsfromwithin and @heartofmuse
Maybe all you need, is a hand that can hold you, a little touch of a gentle warmth, to reassure that everything is fine, and maybe that is why, I always ask for your hand, maybe for me— that is not meant to hold me, but to only want you to stay.
— Chuck Akot
One day, you will understand why the river stops flowing across the borders of the sea. One day, it will come to your eyes, that the flowers no longer sway towards the sun. One day, you will notice that the stars come low and dim their lights. One day, you will perceive in your mind, that not a single word happens to occupy your heart anymore. One day, all that have been given will be returned to its maker. One day, you will remember that this is just the day, the day that love depletes its potion. One day, you will agnize within yourself, the love that you have taken for granted. One day, nothing will become absolute nor present. One day, the warmth that still holds you turned to cold. One day, all of these will make sense. One day, the heart will close its hands and never to set eyes on you again.
— Chuck Akot, Un giorno

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And have you not known now, how is it like to love someone, and maybe how much you can pour your heart into, and maybe to recognise this kind of appetite, may the hunger and thirst for a love you want continues to be present as you go on, and for a love that is true and honest, cordial and loyal, may you find it not difficult to feel what you deserve, may you be valued more than you asked for and not taken for granted, may your worth be justified, always, that what you have given much of your soul and blood will be much resonating, that you are not simply an identity but a human of desire, that there is a sense of willingness always, that if ever someone can love you, must show you how it feels to be loved in the world, that there is no shame, but a pure sense of dignity, which does not condescend you, but saves you even if it is against to everyone. I hope you can find that love, a love that is proud and willing to take its turn, its sympathy, in the open face of the sun.
— Chuck Akot
Maybe this is all what makes you unique and understood, and may you heal in a way that you are learning and growing, and maybe this kind of forgiveness is a sense of freedom, and there is no throatiness to it anymore, and maybe everything happens for a reason, and maybe that is fate, or maybe it is your detailed and linear choices, but no matter what, you do the things that are right for you, you do it because it matters, because you matter, and this is the exciting part of living, to thrive again and again, to call it even.
— Chuck Akot
You know, the answers do not come in between the spaces of your fingers, or what keeps you from being vulnerable, keeping yourself unwanted but wanted, you know the feeling when you are just by your own, it is always peaceful, knowing there are no intrusions, and just by a single pat on your shoulder, there, kindness is redeemed, a heartbreak that kisses the shore comes a sullen grasp of longing, perhaps the sunset has its way of making us believe that a heart like a flower, like a fist, can close and shatter, perhaps, the force of your love demands a gentle breath of taking things slowly, maybe when you close your eyes, you will find your way through, maybe it is in some way that the dark seems so beautiful in retrospect.
— Chuck Akot, In retrospettiva