Welcome! Here you will find recycled notes, processed thoughts, revelations, epiphanies, poetry, dark humor, first drafts, muse, motivation, light of hope in the pitch-dark tunnel, analysis of experiences, human sensitivities, behavior and life related stuff. This is my personal journey as young woman in Pakistan to a independent adult out and aboot in the world.
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Tuesday, 9 February 2016
Immensely. Painstakingly. Madly.
I want to fall in love.
Immensely. Painstakingly. Madly.
I want to feel what it feels like
to have nothing in the world, or the universe,
or within myself, matter the least when he comes into question.
I want to feel like that stupid girl texting all the time.
I want to be the girl with swollen, red and sparkling eyes
because she was on the phone all night.
I want to pour my heart and lungs and life
and happiness and joy and laughter and sorrows
and cried and insecurities
out to someone
and not feel even a little bit uncomfortable.
I want all of that.
-Fa
Whole.
Here is the thing.
I don't care, about life.
I have had enough heartbreak
for such a short lifetime. Don't try to protect me.
All I want is friendship now.
All I want is love. All I care about now is just that.
I am not broken. I am made up of scars and losses; huge losses,
depression, exoticism and romance.
I am whole.
Trust me in that.
-Fa
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