Soft words….

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Fuck your soft words.
Compare me not to stars
But to storms, to hurricanes and typhoons.
See me not for my beauty and fire
See me for the natural disaster I am.
Fuck your soft words
Because I am not soft.

The past to the future…

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Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can’t remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.