August. My Birth Month. August, The Month Of Heavy Pours. August, The Month Of Misty Mountains. August,

For the first time in this lifetime, i felt miles of distance and an inch away closeness, in the same moment. Your mere words were enough to clutch my heart & make it bleed. You opened the gates with a volcanic force, slit my heart & went away in the morning light, and i longed just for another sight.

-Anneshwa

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2021 | August 31

Evening lofi 🌟

An evening stroll with a person I love…

fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws.

[text id: and if yearning had a shape, it would look awfully a lot like me.]

Sometimes they say I'm

mad, but a grain of

madness is the best of art.

-Vincent van Gogh (At Eternity's Gate)

Female hands in paintings

I felt something unexplainable in my chest and there were flowers growing inside my veins. My heart stopped and that moment felt like eons. Eons full of ecstasy.

-anneshwa

I waited for you, spring passed but not a sight of you.

Sky's pink as she is shy,

we're looking at it's beauty and she wonders why?

We're all like the sunset skies ✨

“It feels like rain. And it feels like the rain will feel like love.”

— Don Pomerantz, from “Looking for Love,” Tar River Review (vol. 59, no. 2, Spring 2020)