That spot is theirs

That bench belongs to their youth

They grew into women breathing the same air

Quenching their thirst with water of the same source

They crossed the same bridge their foremothers leapt to their death in

Seeing her go down those stairs,
She cannot help but admire her presence -

That sparkle in her eyes when she discusses her dreams

That look she gives her that shows what she wants 

It is wit, humor, indifference and poetry that brought them together

Elements of the same core but fit into different crevices

Across from them, there is a desert so vast 

Each grain of sand remains a key to the geological fortitude

Relationships are all about erosion and birth

The cycle of life

They sip their wine because that is how they fill the silences in between their longing

They savour the aftertaste because they experienced it later than most

One of them stands up and starts dancing  

The other cannot help but come behind her to clasp her fingers and hold them around a moving waist

They both gently laugh because it is an indulgence they never acted upon

They keep swaying in silence

It is one of the purest aspects of life-

To be able to hold onto an idea or sentiment of one's youth!

(Picture source: ellehena - Tumblr)
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Άτοπη συνουσία

Γίνεται ένα κέντρο βάρους να ταλαντώνεται; 

Ή αποτελεί αυθύπαρκτο σημείο κατατεθέν που όλα τα άλλα κέντρα ευθυγραμμίζει προς μια κατάσταση χαοτικής συμβίωσης ή νιχιλιστικής ομοιόστασης;

Τα σώματά μας στιγμιαία μπορούν να γίνουν ένα και να καταστήσουν μια ρευστή ισορροπία
Μια μουδιασμένη έκρηξη ηδονής
Ακόμη κι εκεί, υπάρχει το μέτρο, η συχνότητα, η ταλάντωση
Ακόμη κι εκεί, είναι αχρείαστα τα λόγια

Ακόμη κι εκεί, βρίσκονται τα ομορφότερα επιστημονικά μοτίβα

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I saw a girl in my dreams a few times over the course of three weeks. This is so strange
The intimacy and familiarity I felt were eerie and comforting at the same time
Just like when you open a book and continue reading it from the same place you left it.
This girl still holds a place in my heart even if we don't talk too often.

I saw some dreams these past few weeks where we were just talking, teasing each other with smart comments and being cheeky with one and other - simply because we could.
All of these dreams ended in us eventually sleeping together and it was kind of like.. innate?
It felt so natural and there was so much eye contact and an "animalistic flow" of some kind.

I miss that feeling of love and mutual respect; that feeling of holding someone in your arms and wanting to protect them, to reach a level of personal "atonement" and to respect their being for everything they were born with and everything they may grow to be.

I miss the feeling of touching someone and making them know that their body is sacred; that their fears and dreams are valid and that it is acceptable, in that moment, for them to feel whatever they need to because they made the first move, they opened up and made themselves vulnerable.


It is not about looking at that person as fragile or unable to defend themselves.. and it is not about seeing myself as a "replacement" or reminder of their worth or even a submissive entity for that matter (not that there's anything wrong with that!). I just find it so.. overwhelming how humans interact and how our capabilities can offer us so much gratification if we knew when to compromise, if we were braver or even if we behaved as truthfully as we could.


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'On the Way to Paris' by Farah Chamma

'On the Way to Paris

Many people have tan lines
in the South―

The train barely stops
and the seat rubs against―skin―
You want to hear
that certain moan again,
but you are sad
and restless
and things keep passing
before your eyes
like trees in windows.

The sun shines bright
in the South,
especially in July,
but you are sad
and restless
and your train
is heading North.'

( Source: https://www.facebook.com/farah.chamma/posts/1203080649744502 )