Serenawanderlust - Unti

Identity

I am a dissatisfied soul who is bound in the shackles of unspoken feelings. I am a traveler who travels alone and is involved to incite the glimmer lamp of life. I am the enlighten essence of poetry. I play the flute of intimacy of love. I like the fragrance of orange jasmine of the white garden. I am ready to die for the pink rose growing in the snow. I am sad for your cutted black hair. The memory of your decorated colorful skirt makes me desperate. I am burnt as it fades away. I am waiting for you.

অব্যক্ত অনুভূতির শৃঙ্খলে আবদ্ধ এক অতৃপ্ত আত্মা। মিটমিট করে জ্বলে যাওয়া জীবন প্রদীপকে উদ্দীপ্ত করতে নিয়োজিত একলা পথচলা এক পথিক যার মনোজগত সবসময় উদ্ভাসিত। আমি রোদেলা কাব্যের কাব্যরস। আমি প্রণয়ের বাজাই বাঁশি। শুভ্র কাননে কামিনী ফুলের সুবাস আমায় মুগ্ধ করে। আমি বরফে জন্মানো গোলাপী গোলাপের জন্য মরতে প্রস্তুত। আমি তোমার কেটে ফেলা কালো কেশের জন্য ব্যথিত। হরেক রঙে সাজানো তোমার স্কার্ট আজও আমায় স্মৃতিকাতর করে। আমি তার রঙ হারানোর বেদনায় দগ্ধ। আমি নির্ঘুম। আজ আমি তোমার জন্য অপেক্ষারত।

Ironically, I will never be able to truly articulate what goes on within me, what consumes me…ever.

What a marvelous feeling it would be,

if we could say exactly how we felt.

What a monumental victory.

What a terrifying thought.

any ideas of souls filling things to do in the next two months of summer rather than rot in bed on my phone all day long ❣️

omg bestie i could ask the same question im currently rotting away in lockdown...... here, i’ll do my best!

decide that ur going to learn something. it doesn’t have to be a language but it could be, i think it’s fun! there’s loads of language learning resources on tumblr. buy a $7 Irish flute and learn to play it. u could become a diy ‘expert’ in new guinean tribal art.... literally whatever you’re interested in and have never had the time to pursue in your normal routine and just go!!

assuming you a) had some interest in learning a language and b) are spending some of your time rotting watching tv and movies, then watch them in another language and you will be pleasantly surprised how much you pick up on!! let ur rotting be a little more useful and fun

buy some cheap diy stuff 2 keep urself busy.... paints or embroidery supplies or beads to make yourself jewellery... you can add a little something to all your clothes like that!

get into baking bread. there’s so many benefits... a) it’s very time consuming, no more rotting for you b) you will have dirty hands you can’t use your phone c) it’s not actually very hard just watch a tutorial and follow the instructions d) you will spend the time standing up which is good if you’re not getting much other exercise or time to stretch e) i love you i want us both to eat well duh??!!

if ur able to then leave your phone at home one day and go on a little adventure outdoors. stay close so you’re safe etc but just get out and do something find inspiration in nature go!!!! its my favourite antidote

delete all your social media off your phone (yes, even tumblr) for a week i pinky promise it will improve your quality of life by at least 30%

i hope one of these was useful!! mwah

Still.

I miss you so much in this moment. My skin comes alive with chills. My eyes, with tears. My heart with a dull, familiar ache.

I wish you could hear me. I wish you could sense how much I need you. I wish you could see who I am. I wish you would come back to me again.

How could you just let me go And live on without a word or a thought?

How could you just walk away Without a wonder or a regret?

How am I supposed to forget you When your body brought me to life? Even though you almost extinguished the fire in my soul.

Your neck. Your back. Your arms. Your hands.

Your fingers.

Your chest. Your stomach. Your hips.

Your thighs. Your calves. Your feet. Your toes.

The heat between your legs.

Your hair. Your ears.

Your eyes. Those eyes.

Your lips. Your nose.

Your voice. Your breath.

Your kisses.

Your smile. Your laughter.

I miss all of you. I remember all of you. Every precious inch of you.

I remember the way you felt inside of me. I remember the way your body moved, Always with intention; Always in control. Steady. Strong.

I remember the weight of your silhouette And your hips between my legs While you leaned down to kiss me And I curled my fingers in your hair, Wrapped my thighs around your waist.

I let myself dissolve into your rhythm. I let you lose yourself inside of me.

I remember catching your groans in my throat, The play of your tongue.

I remember how it felt To inhale your breath. It was sweeter than any air. It was pure energy. It fed me.

I remember your whispers. Your questions. Your instructions. Your revelations. “Yes.”

I begged you “Please.” Always. “More.”

I called out to God. I moaned your praises.

You are etched into my mind.

You are traced into my soul.

You are bringing me to my knees. Without a word, without a glance, without a breath.

I’m shackled by a memory. A ghost.

“You cannot always be happy but you can always be brave. And that is the beginning of everything.”

— Unknown

“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”

— Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (via books-n-quotes)

{Tokyo Story (1953), Dir. Yasujirô Ozu / Nizar Qabbani}

He chose the latter. . . . . .

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“…And if we won’t burn together, I’ll burn alone.”

— Bret Easton Ellis, The Rules of Attraction

In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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