Rare days

There are rare days


When the sun sets before it’s his turn
To go to sleep and let the moon dominate

A world where there is no sin
But at the same time no blessing


Glory comes with it
Through stars that sing with their bodies
Like a chameleon seeking fortune
Amidst the sea and blue skies of eternity


Digging through midnight
Like nightcrawlers
We play
And hijack a few pieces in the leftovers
Of yet another passing light
Mistaken for a movie theatre
We escape moments
Not knowing
Stealing them away was as easy
As making a newborn smile
With a blow from your palms


We tend to live in a dream
In an arctic
With the land of the mignight sun
How pure
That the sun doesn’t set for half
And the moon for the rest
To give eachother peace
Like ‘hey, you have your dream, I’ll have mine’
How kind
How selfless
For nature to let eachother grow
But for us humans
To strangle eachother
Pierce our bones with
And still blame the opposite
For not dying
Yet not surviving enough


The human mind
Is mesmerizing to
The inside of monsters

we call monsters
You see
It can fit an awful lot of things

to it
Where in a prehispanic era
We didn’t even know it existed


Kites fly high

somewhere for us

to elevate our character

I wish children knew
They were signaling us
To let ourselves loose
If we find
The love that’s meant to tie us further to the seventh sky
It doesn’t


How can you say what Hitler did was evil

and still be ugly to folks right at home?…

I wonder…


I guess

That it’s not in stainless character
But a canvas
An oil painting
With a thousand layers
Of dirt
Wishing, waiting for the spot on lightning
That will make each stroke worth it
And it’s then
that we’ll live

With eclipses as background



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Hi. Now that you're here...let's just get this out of the way. I hadn't introduced myself in the past because when I first started this blog, I wanted it to be purely about my writing. This is not, and was never supposed to be, an anonymous blog. However, after almost a year of inactivity, I realize an 'about' section is...necessary? My name's Sadia. I live in Islamabad, Pakistan. Between uni/work/life in general, I try to take time to write. I own all content on this blog. Although, I do NOT own the images posted here, nor do I take credit for them whatsoever. I wanted to thank my visitors, for still being loyal and genuine after this long. In case you want to know more about me for whatever inexplicable reason, ask ahead and I'll get back to you! This right here, keeps me sane. You will find here, sincere thoughts mixed up with a subconscious trying to fuck it all up. I hope you understand. Love, Sadia.

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