marlenacomeback

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I don't want my touch to go unnoticed. I want it to shake your existence, to make your skin shiver and your body tremble, to set your blood boiling inside your veins. And if that's not the case, you'd better stay away from me.

I will always believe in twinflames, starseeds, and invisible threads of connection.. I feel everything intensely and profoundly, I can even see through people and feel their souls running through my veins...each glance, each word, each silence touches me like thunder under water. I get shivers all over my body because of a song, a single line of poetry can make my breath disappear. I cry for beauty the way others cry for loss. I run barefoot through wild fields and let the ocean take me wherever it wishes. Even animals approach me, and babies smile at me. So don’t ever try to convince me like when I was aching to capture the blood moon with my trembling hands that there’s nothing magical about it. Don’t sing me my favorite song and tell me Marlena is merely a person. Don’t even approach me if you think the sky doesn’t scream with feelings.

Even if summer soon fades,

this slow-burning ache is eternal.

July must show mercy as it once promised.

So tell the ocean to stay stubborn,

narcissistic in its endless vanity.

I was reborn a mermaid,

and the waves have never dared to frighten me.

This heat won’t break me either.

With blood and fire stitched into my veins,

even death has never dared draw near.

Was it love… or was it desire?

It doesn’t matter.

It never did..

Those echoes of laughter are what I’m nostalgic for. A wave of deep nostalgia hits me whenever I reach such peaks of happiness, knowing that the kind of joy a family provides is irreplaceable. I stare at everyone, wishing I could carry the details of each one of them in my heart for eternity. It shatters me the mortality of every moment we share together. There will come a fatal day when death interferes and takes away what was meant to remain forever, leaving me with the duty to create an inseparable bond of my own. I know I would have failed at life if my children don’t get to experience what we had, those memories, those bursts of laughter, and the overwhelming nostalgia that, at times, feels like it could have killed me...

The little moments of joy are the purpose of life, but they were quiet enough to go unheard amidst the loud misery of existence.

Maybe they should’ve known how much energy it takes for me to remain sane. Sometimes, I lose every fragment of my mind, then find myself on my knees, collecting each broken piece. Sometimes, the darkness swallows most of them, and I try to stay silent, even though the urge to scream grows stronger over time. The absurdity of it all makes it harder to survive. It must be a mistake committed by evolution that humans became so conscious they started refusing to exist. Why can’t you just let them go… away from whatever hell we were thrown into?

In my entire life, I’ve barely experienced a connection with someone. I’ve often felt that I possess a light soul, while theirs was merely a rock. Then, a slight air of loneliness starts to fill the gap between us, as if we don’t speak the same language. I get frustrated and silently leave without making a sound.

Until one random day, a guy I’ve known since childhood replied to my story. We started a deep conversation about cinema, and for the first time, I felt submerged deep in the ocean. It was as if the stars were shining inside me instead of the sky. We were both transparent, invading each other’s presence not feeling like strangers at all, but as if we were meant to belong to each other.

It was so magical to be invaded by such feelings from just one conversation. To deeply know that he’s the one you’ve been looking for since the minute you were brought to earth. The realization blew you away in every cell of your body, you knew...

They don't talk enough about the moment when you detach from a hope that stayed with you for a long time. Then comes the moment of acceptance when you open your hands and let it go where it belongs. The probability of what could have happened may shatter you to pieces. However, living with disappointment is much easier than living with false hope...

I hate that shit profoundly when the value of a human being is measured by what they can afford, when we're seen as products and treated as if we're never enough. No one seems to notice that these are, in fact, toxic consequences of capitalism.. the way they’ve convinced us..we must always improve in order to be validated by society. There’s a secret rating for every single one of us.. you can see it in their eyes, those stars confirming whether you're good enough, or if you need to do better .So, without even realizing it, you silently get involved in this toxic game....It sucks, in the most hideous way, to have my worth judged.. to get closer to it, to even mention it.. I’m under no obligation to make sense to you...

Intimacy was never spoken through physical touch... but only when you truly see into someone and find a reflection of yourself. That moment becomes undeniable proof that you exist. That person feels like a continuation of you.. another consciousness, free and independent, yet intimately connected...They are a once lost part of you that you never knew was missing, and when you finally find them, you feel whole for the first time...You are seen. You are heard profoundly.And that, truly, is what intimacy means.

the calling is stronger, and I ended up losing myself trying to shut it down for good. I knew that I would have to go through darkness to get out of this abyss of mediocrity. Still, I'm avoiding it until the day it crushes me. Then, I promise, I will do my duty... and there would be no wasted potential..

This obscurity doesn't frighten the shit out of me, we both are so similar to each other, I'd stare at the abyss and I'd see a reflection of my body, if you ever believed that the notion of colors doesn't exist, you will turn blind but at least awake for eternity...

The calling, louder than a fleeting thunder, made my body tremble and my knees sink into the floor, the headache, stronger than ever, throbbed within me. I was asked to answer, but tell me I'm pleading on my disappearing knees for God's sake, what was the purpose?

It's spring already, the weather has softened up as if it hadn't shed rains and thunder aggressively. Nature has worn its best green dresses, leaving her grief behind and embracing her new era. The flowers are the reward for the lost tears, the trees standing in triumph carrying countless leaves, and the ground holding inside all the water that once came in a storm.

Why didn't you give me a long hug

I'm still in your Farwell words

Come to me again

Like the first day I saw you

Close your eyes and kiss me

If I can stay in this story

Wrap me with your tiny hands

Love me again

Like the day you kissed me

Close your eyes and kill me

For me, it was almost like winter didn't count

Summer was what mattered

My whole life was measured in summers

Like, I don't really begin living until june ~

Even my keyboard stayed faithful to the memory of you so how could you expect me to erase you from my heart, when you're the one who made me realize I even had one? I loved you in the most desperate way, and for what? To end up more desperate than I ever was. In this love, losing became my companion. I saw my soul leaving my body just to reach yours, but you were always out of reach like singing to a deaf corpse. You never understood my language. So imagine how lonely it felt to be in love with you.

I reread your letters some lines so powerful they made me weep like a child. I placed one of them in the cover of my phone, letting everyone see it. It was my only proof, my test, to know whether what we had was real or just in my head. I needed people to ask me about you, just so I could prove to myself that you truly existed... before disappearing like an autumn leaf.

Dying is pointless if it's not for love. And if my love for you is real, then remember this: you have two lives left, two chances, two hearts...

Your name, as a sacred curse I've buried miles underground, having no idea that the minute I heard it aloud, the earth would aggressively tremble and spit the dead curse back to life.

I know it's late to be asking for things,

because in my heart you've never left, even though you did.

Don't blame the ink for the blood we shed,

or our souls for the devotion they gave.

Could you walk through me and enjoy your mess?

Everything that was burned will never ever bloom.

"In another world, you are mine. I'm sitting on your lap, my head on your chest, and nothing else matters. I stare at you, drowning in you... If this wasn't the reason I was brought to earth, then please take me back to whatever hell I was in."

So tell me, why would you give birth to another human being while you're struggling to be one? You gotta stare deeply into the mirror and shout straight at your face, pleading: "Please do humanity a favor and save them from inheriting a legacy of your insanity~

Only one day dedicated to celebrating love was never enough, love is the purpose and the destination, the reason and the consequence. Love is bigger than words can express, love is infinity <3

Happy Valentine ❤

I've been craving summer for decades the season where the heat compensates you for the loneliness of being human. Where the sun dares to descend lower and burn the miserable coffin, which mostly forgets its lost identity, being nothing more than human skin~

It's starting to get cold again, so tell me does it happen because of missing someone so much, or is it just the winter season~

And in another life, I would find your tweet saying that maybe, in another life, I'll be your girl. As long as you take yourself with you through all the other lives, I will never be yours~

Remember when we were about to jump into the waves? You grabbed my hand with all your strength and said to me, *'Just know that if I hold your hand, I will never let it go.'* Then we jumped, and the waves crashed over us while our hands were still clasped together. I still don't know if he was just talking about the game we were playing, or if he was trying to tell me how faithful he is. However, even the pressure of the water couldn't tear us apart... Summer has been over for months now. I’ve tried going out on several dates, but whenever someone tries to get close to me, I see him in my memory. He took my soul with him and flew away, and now I’m no longer capable of falling in love again. My heart already belongs to him.

You're out there interacting with people and having such a separated life from mine. It gets hard to imagine you out of my mind, living as if nothing got in our way and took us apart, you said you love me, yet I came back home everyday craving just one last conversation with you, it would relieve me to know how much I matter to you, just as your name is capable of making me fold, it kills me to wake up everyday facing a reality that doesn't include you.. please come and say that you love me...

I didn't realize how harsh life was on me until I was overwhelmed by the gentle acts of my closest friends. They made me realize how much love is capable of bringing life to a dead body. I’m loved for being me with my childish acts and my sarcastic mouth. I've been loved so easily, without any effort to fit in. I've been held and fought for. Oh God, how long is it going to take me to believe that I deserve this, that I’m amazing just the way I am..

The summer was taken away as if it never appeared, leaving us with so many memories before disappearing behind the sea. Could you confess where the sun goes every afternoon in a hurry? Now that you are so close to the sun, did you get burned the same way your parting has caused me ? Or were you cruel enough to sell it your lies and endless promises of staying? Now that you are gone, I still look for your traces somewhere on the horizon. Heartless as you are, you stared in all directions except mine..