Estas manos, con las que ahogo mi sed
Con lluvia o sin lluvia, por rincones te buscaba.
La sombra que iluminó mi camino
Un paisaje sin sol
…
Mira, te muestro. Plantando las raíces
que se enredan entre si, ignoran su esperanza.
Así como la hoguera, apagando tu voz, cruda
Y el piso quebrado, con paso y paso que juraste nunca tomarías
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S K
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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Palabras son mejor dicho o nos pueden ahogar.
Me alegro que estas encontrando expresion en una lengua extranjera.
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Bien dicho.
Y yo me alegro de que me apoyes en este camino…
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Another lovely read. Every line is a truth that has been waiting to be told. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for appreciating. Means a lot(:
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