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Monthly Piece: May
I have felt the weight of April’s withdrawal, and in these coming days of May, I may just decide to kill my delusions one by one.
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Teach me your language. I may not be native to your homeland, but let me belong; let me be native to you.
—Yours Faithfully: Letters to Amna and Other Notes
Find me where the crowd is less, the sky is blue, and the wind is free. Find me in the midst of the forgotten; the abandoned. To the one who seeks my presence, find me in the company of the unseen.
—being human
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Sometimes, I look at people and I wish—oh, I wish, if only they knew their worth. Have you met yourself? Your tenderness is enough to make the flames go cold, and your heart is worth over a thousand carts of gold.
—Yours Faithfully: Letters to Amna and Other Notes
That’s the thing with words: you think you can handle their weight, and all of a sudden, there’s a hole in your heart, a lump in your throat, and a tightening chest that might just implode.
—being human
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I was April, and April was me. I was destined for it, just as it was destined for me. May its days bring forth blessings. May its clouds rain on my soul.