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I have a certain kind of affection for your eyes in the morning. Like dusk; half open, half alive. Half moons. They steal my breath away – those crystalline pinks and slivers of icy blue in your sleepy irises. I wish to wake up to them every day.

» Posted By Simra On 04.21.2013 @ 12:19 pm


She should speak up more. Shy girl, she should try harder. You should wash your hair more; you should look more like us. She walks so close to the lockers… where did she get that bruise? I saw her walking once under powder-blue skies. I don’t know which I said then: hello or goodbye.

» Posted By Simra On 04.16.2013 @ 11:17 am


i still hear the sound of you echoing through the hallway, when you’d tiptoe through at night. i still have the songs you downloaded to my laptop and i still listen to them. i still have your clothes in my wardrobe. they still smell of you. i still hear your placid voice whenever i sit in front of the cafe, where you’d turn the cup of coffee we’d share so your lips would touch the same place that mine were. it sounds of ivory, coffee-stained and milky, and reminds me of the hum of black and white movies and the clicking of typewriters under blue moonlit evenings. the same evenings we’d spend tangled – arms between necks between legs between wrists and fingers – telling of our forgotten hopes and fervent desires. your song sounds of poetry intertwining itself with the bitter tunes stuck in my humming mind.

» Posted By Simra On 01.19.2013 @ 9:09 am


When I cry in my dreams, I cry so hard that I wake up with tears on my face. When I laugh in my dreams, I wake up laughing. What makes my dream life any less real than my waking life? What makes my waking life any less dreamy than my dream one? Everything I experience is as much imagined as it is lived.

» Posted By Simra On 01.12.2013 @ 8:44 am


When you live in another person’s pocket for long enough, it’s like you become one entity. I don’t ever want to become too attached to any one person or thing. I like being independent but now that I’ve met you, I feel like I’m far more attached than I want to be and that’s just kind of scary.

» Posted By Simra On 12.04.2012 @ 8:33 am


i don’t know what i’m supposed to write. god, i thought i was good at writing. i think i’m having permanent writer’s block. i haven’t even mentioned… mention… never mind.

» Posted By Simra On 11.19.2012 @ 11:10 am


God, I love to draw. It’s my sanctuary. No matter if I have a million thoughts and burdens in my mind, each weighing tonnes, with the pen in my hand and marks on the paper I can feel weightless. There are few things for me that are more poignant than seeing the product created by the process of spitting out the cacophony in my mind into works of art.

» Posted By Simra On 11.12.2012 @ 9:36 am


she’s spent all of her time and energy and thoughts on his entire entity.
but what is she supposed to do when his being encompasses everything she appreciates in a person?
the most draining of exhaustions are worth it when they are caused by his remarkable beauty.

» Posted By simra On 11.10.2012 @ 12:16 pm

i’ve spent all of my time thinking about why i’m not spending my time doing things. i thought too much about this.

» Posted By simra On 11.10.2012 @ 11:44 am

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