heart shaped sunglasses

i missed the 11:11 this time, but i have seen several over the past few days. what difference does it make? hope is still a stubborn guest who remains unbothered by the lights going out. it reasons that all the clouds must wake up and walk away into white for the sun to shine its light on my window and my hand. sometimes, love can take the form of a distorted chapati because you cannot roll it into a perfect circle. sometimes, love can take the shape of a wall that might refuse to budge, but what you don’t know is that every centimetre counts, at least the ones that your heart can see despite.

i have been thinking deeply about the books on my shelves and the pink elephant that i am holding onto as i write this. i watched a movie today which made me think about my grandmother at some moments. i am listening to a beautiful song right now without feeling hopeful myself. my dreams have taken the shape of glue and it has been raining every day. i am not sure if the glue is melting. hope sits warm in my stomach, assuring me that it is indeed melting. i remain unsure. am i meant to fold myself into quarters for the remainder of my life?

every day, i listen to the song that i will tell about one day to the boy i love. i hope that day is soon. i hope that day is sooner. i hope the seconds are not rusting, not just yet. my life looks a lot better with my eyes closed. the sun shines with my eyes open, and i find hope glowing neon, glowing lilac, glowing pink, glowing honey, and glowing and glowing and glowing amidst it all. there’s a chocolate on my bedside and the hope of a conversation.

the song is nearing the end of its rhetorical questioning. the music has taken a delicious form. may the phones never stop ringing. may the music never stop. may time wash itself clean every day. honey kisses my mouth every morning and the lines on my forehead aren’t too loud. thy kingdom come, thy will be done.

loved making this on pinterest <3