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21 " You existence reminded me of sunsets and ocean wavesyetyou still wonderwhat it took for me to fallfor someone likeyou "
― Noor Unnahar , Yesterday I Was the Moon
22 " I want to travel to be away from homeso that I can return, loving it as much asit deserves to be loved.I want to go away from homejust for returning back here to realize everything I have ever neglected is worth loving andworrying for. "
23 " The universe is a brilliant writer, it wrote your name in my stars before any of us existed so when the time comes they’ll light up your path and lead you straight to me. "
24 " the price of leaving is everything you do not return to a place but to a memory; soundless a home becomes another house a face becomes another name a city becomes another geographical location when you leave "
25 " Nothing teaches betterthan this triothe fears, the tears, the years. "
26 " i am too afraid of people who have souls like hometowns warm, forgiving and too kind that even if you leave; even when you leave will always welcome you home remember you with your family name i am too afraid of something too homely when every breath coming out of my body is shaped like leaving "
27 " Words; they are powerlessly powerfulso use yourswell. "
28 " the sunset looked way too pigmented—as if the color palette of sorrow had been thrown on it. yes, if sorrow had colors, they would be lilac mixed with pinks and some sneaky whites like the clouds at twilight. i thought it was a masterpiece; a way for nature to share that at the end of the day, each sobbed whisper goes directly to the skies. but before that, it leaves its color on the canvas of earth one last time. "
29 " you said you would stay forever but does this forever include all the times when i am an earthquake; tearing apart my own existence—burying down my own cities because i do not want the sound of the word forever in the same air where I keep the sound of the word survival if it was never meant to be there at all "
30 " freedom is really expensive and no one will wrap it in a fancy paper to leave at your doorstep. you will have to buy it with the currency of blood, sweat and struggle. it doesn’t twinkle like sparkly things. it is often shaped like bruised knees and mourning skin. but what makes it too precious is the fact that a lot of currencies will never be strong enough to bid for it. this is where it becomes insanely priceless. "
31 " the idea of destruction keeps running through my veins like blood yet my bones hold the will to create everyday blood and bones in me clash to create something; to destroy something "
32 " i can fix a lot of things but cannot mend a broken heart for it is too fragile and fixing it is another art but i hope to learn it soon as i see mine getting torn before it breaks into a million pieces and i am left to fix it all alone "
33 " some houses are haunted. but they aren’t always inhabited by ghosts. sometimes some memories dwell there so starkly, their nameless faceless sorrow starts taking over and the walls keeping that house together start to collapse. i have walked into such houses only to witness a melancholic past, a withering present and a silent future. those houses carry the dead dreams and maybe broken hearts too because god knows where else one could ever find this much sadness that would turn one firm building into an abandoned mess. "
34 " when you fall do it gloriously collapse like a glass building sink like a gigantic ship and when you’re done sinking and collapsing and sinking and collapsing build yourself with your wreckage "
35 " Everything that is beautifuldoesn't always start beautifully. "
36 " isn’t it absolutely terrifyingly, shockingly amazing how words those tiny little sounds in this chemical-filled air those shapeless weird marks on stark white paper can make or break living breathing people stab them at heart without a single weapon push them off their strong firm feet take away the earth they used to stand on words; they’re powerlessly powerful so use yours well "
37 " the most beautiful thing in this world isn’t made up of particles. it’s the strength of a person who has seen the collapse of their world, everything they held dear crashing down in a million pieces. yet every morning, they wake up and build their life, all over again. mourning their loss in a tranquil silence. i haven’t yet seen anything more astonishingly beautiful. "
38 " my heart has become a silent neighborhood where only emptiness and your name dwell nobody goes there; nobody gets out because in a town where the only thing you can breathe are memories nothing lives; nothing dies "
39 " wear your past with gracepresent with careand future with delightnothing gleams betterwhen three of themare carefully combined "
40 " you wanted to know about the art i created and the melancholy behind the words but i couldn’t tell you how and why those shades and words found their way on that crisp white graceful paper because sometimes some things do not have a story and artists spill their tears and blood and sweat on a canvas just so we could keep art alive even when we don’t have a story telling you why because if art were to be explained you would know how empty everything is; from creations to the hearts that created. "