The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us.
The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Everyday it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
Tag: poetry moon shatter-me
We are synonyms but not the same.
Synonyms know each other like old colleagues, like a set of friends who've seen the world together. They swap stories, reminisce about their origins and forget that though they are similar, they are entirely different, and though they share a certain set of attributes, one can never be the other. Because a quiet night is not the same as a silent one, a firm man is not the same as a steady one, and a bright light is not the same as a brilliant one because the way they wedge themselves into a sentence changes everything.
They are not the same.
And even if the world hates me, even if they never stop hating me, I will never avenge myself on an innocent person. If I die, if I am killed, if I am murdered in my sleep, I will at least die with a shred of dignity. A piece of humanity that is still entirely mine, entirely under my control. And I will not allow anyone to take that from me.
Tahereh MafiRegentropfen erinnern mich daran, dass Wolken einen Herzschlag haben.
Tahereh MafiIch denke immer wieder über Regentropfen nach.
Sie fallen vom Himmel, stolpern über ihre Füße, brechen sich die Beine, vergessen ihre Fallschirme, wenn sie heruntertaumeln, einem ungewissen Ende entgegen. Als entleere jemand seine Taschen über der Erde. Dem es egal ist, dass die Regentropfen zerplatzen, wenn sie auftreffen, dass sie zerspringen, wenn sie den Boden erreichen, dass die Menschen die Tage verwünschen, an denen die Tropfen so dreist sind, an ihre Tür zu klopfen.
Ich bin ein Regentropfen.
Tag: regentropfen
I've developed a reputation as cold, unfeeling monster who fears nothing and cares for less. But this is all very deceiving. Because the truth is, I am nothing but a coward.
Tahereh MafiWhat a beautiful disaster.
Tahereh MafiWe don’t have to do anything at all to die.
We can hide in a cupboard under the stairs our whole life and it’ll still find us. Death will show up wearing an invisible cloak and it will wave a magic wand and whisk us away when we least expect it. It will erase every trace of our existence on this earth and it will do all this work for free. It will ask for nothing in return. It will take a bow at our funeral and accept the accolades for a job well done and then it will disappear.
Living is a little more complex. There’s one thing we always have to do.
Breathe.
In and out, every single day in every hour minute and moment we must inhale whether we like it or not. Even as we plan to asphyxiate our hopes and dreams still we breathe. Even as we wither away and sell our dignity to the man on the corner we breathe. We breathe when we’re wrong, we breathe when we’re right, we breathe even as we slip off the ledge toward an early grave. It cannot be undone.
So I breathe.
I count all the steps I’ve climbed toward the noose hanging from the ceiling of my existence and I count out the number of times I’ve been stupid and I run out of numbers.
Tag: tahereh-mafi unravel-me
I have a heart, says science, but I am a monster, says society.
Tahereh MafiTag: tahereh-mafi unravel-me
We're running out of time, he said. As if time were the kind of thing you could run out of, as if it were measured into bowls that were handed to us at birth and if we ate too much or too fast or right before jumping into the water then our time would be lost, wasted, already spent.
Tahereh MafiTag: woah-thats-pretty-deep-dude
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