The Coexistence of Things

Joy is a spiral, much like grief.

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They will both come back in circles to meet you where you are.

Crying is worth it, so is happiness.

Yapping with your loved one makes you feel alive, and so does lying in bed and doing nothing at all.

Adoring someone from miles apart carries its own ache, and so does waiting for someone to notice you when they are standing right in front of you.

There are echoes of yesterday’s dreams in the whispers of desire.

To love is to change, and sometimes, to let go.

It is hard to forget sharp words, just as it is hard to forgive them.

Looking at old photographs wounds gently, and so does realizing no new memories are being made.

Perhaps life was never about choosing one feeling over another; perhaps it was always meant to be about feeling everything.

Humans are strange creatures — we force ourselves to find meaning in everything.

Yet there are more things to be done in a day, in a weekend, and in a life than simply staring at the ceiling, waiting for clarity to arrive.

The world does not begin at 3:00 a.m., and it does not end at midnight.

Perhaps the wound that still itches is only a memory of those haunting nights, not something truly living inside you anymore.

There is a strange, beautiful peace that comes when you stop trying to fix how you feel.

Life does not stop for anyone, yet somehow, it keeps offering a million reasons to keep looking for something new.

Somewhere beyond the joy she felt, there was longing — as though she loved the moment so deeply she already missed it while living it.

Until words find me again — Khush.

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