Happy birthday to me.
*applause*

Hello.

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What's a firework over a dark blue sea that never burns, never shoots across the sky.. never lives enough to die.

Low low low

- So what could be worse than not being loved?

- Having to live with it.

It's the nights that are the worst.

We may get past the sun, 

Chasing nightfall as one.

But that is where you leave,

And I begin.

Alone.

A new low.

What could be worse than not being wanted?

Not being loved.

Life happens all the time.

For hours on end,

Did the stars weep,

As the moon pulled,

And the tide crashed.

So much was destroyed.

The sun would see,

What remained of all

That he had left

Behind, for another day.

The very handsome man.

-They're not that nice ok

-You're blind.

-No, they're not

-You're weird.

-And you're mad

-I've just been in love with you for a very long time.

Something to live with.

I wish I was a place you'd visit or a thing you'd do out of curiosity and eagerness and want. 

Because I'm not. And I doubt I'd ever be as interesting or enticing as your bright, wonderful life.

You'll be the firework and I'll be the sea, glistening silver in your light, forever the recipient of your afterglow and ashes.

May The Lord forgive me for the strength of me that I vest in you.

Incandescently happy again.

Blue is the moon tonight,

And only I can see

Her glow in a pool

Of light

With hope

Of another to come.

To be loved is a beautiful feeling.

Alhamdulillah 

Disarray.

And all I can see is the holes in these walls. We are alone, all of us.

There is no one.

No such thing as love.

Or family.

These are games we play to fool each other.

Absolute detachment is the plan.

Float in a bubble till the final gamble at escape. And. Do. Nothing. 

Need nothing. Want nothing.

Become nothing.

'Become nothing and He will turn you into everything' is something I once read. Get a job that pays? Seriously? That low? Yes. That's what happens. 

Recent dynamics.

X- I don't shine if you don't shine.

Y- All things shiny except you. 

My heart's gone black.

Blacker by the year. 

Blacker by the day. 

All this madness,

Rocking into a display

Of dismay

Over these years,

Sealed by now in silver 

For it is another birthday

Alone.

• m i n e •

..and isn't that what it is worth? 

The purity of it all. 

First and last, forever and after, till death do us part?

I love him.

Life these days.

I rarely write when I'm happy and I am, very incandescently so, these days. May the hiatus lengthen into a sweet permanence. Perhaps, I'll discover the composer in me for happy songs about smiles and sugar and feeling forever young and beautiful :) 

Stupid, stupid.

Stay away, Anum. There is no one. 

What I like to call mine.

I could walk the earth barefoot and still not find another you.

A mad song turned happy.

Outrunning fate was the plan

And running away from Father

Or the cursed ghost house,

Dissolve in a sea, unchartered

And joy.

But fathers do love, when

And if they can.

And curses wash away 

Ghosts may abandon man

And maps can work 

If they lead to you 

And joy does drop by

Even if by the blue moon.

And if truth be told

We all must wait 

Bide our time

Walk the line

For the best is generally 

Painstakingly late

But is always yet, to come. 

 

Love

It's only you. 

It's always been you.

It'll always be you.

Blocked

What if you do come back 

And run to me so fast

It'd put stars to shame.

I know you won't

Because you can't