Yesterdays

Sometimes the sun isn't bright enough and those are the days I miss you the most and the place we grew up in was under the constant shade of the sun. It almost never left. We did. That place. Our childhood. That sun. We left it all behind. And there's no going back. I wish there was. I really wish there was. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we didn't leave that city, if things hadn't gone wrong, would you fight for me then? Would you stay? The nights when I haven't exhausted myself enough, are the hardest. I miss the sound of your laugh so much, my heart aches in a way it never did before and I almost dial your number. Almost. Some nights I go through your photographs wondering where I lost the boy I loved, ever since I knew what love was. Where exactly did it all change? Was it the winter we left the town? Or the summer we actually ended it? Or the spring where it began again? Or it never did? I'll never know. How did we grow up so fast that we didn't realize we were growing apart? We said I LOVE YOUS a lot, but did we live them? I liked it better when we didn't say it. Back when we were young and together, cause back then we lived it. We were happy and innocent and perfect. I liked it better when we didn't have a phone to call each other and we had to wait until we met again to solve our fights. Now we have our phones and we wait for calls that'll never come, words we'll never say. I liked it better when it wasn't so easy to talk and it wasn't so easy to misunderstand. But we still dream, dreams that'll never be and hold on to people who never stay. Because we are just humans holding onto moments that gave us love, even when the person we lived it with, leaves. I wonder if the sun still shines the same where you live and I wonder if your smile has changed. I wonder if you feel something when someone says my name. I wonder if you sleep well.
I liked my little world back in that city where the sun almost never left but time doesn't stop, doesn't warn and in no time we've lost it all...

Where we went wrong

And when everything was said and done and over and lost, we still hadn't said the words we should have. We fought and fought and misunderstood and mispoke. We loved each other and we broke each other. We didn't do the mending. That's where we went wrong. We exhausted ourselves in the wrong things, so we never had the time or energy to say the right words.
Don't leave people you love with bad words, with hateful stuff. Don't let them go to sleep crying. Your love has to be greator than your pride. It has to. Your love has to be forgiving. Kind. Graceful. Pure. Your love has to be selfless. Don't try to get the last word. Throw in the words that you know are going to hurt. Don't. Don't throw their mistakes, their pasts at them. Don't wound them with your words and watch them break. Don't do that to someone you claimed to love.

-Bushra Shaikh

But the sun still shines as bright as it did before he left and the moon still changes shapes everyday and the flowers still sends love back and forth between people and the birds haven't stopped exploring the sky, maybe just maybe it isn't that bad after all?

Beautifully Destructive

My dad always told me, "Man is more dangerous than an animal." He told it in a despicable tone. Like something that didn't deserve a medal, something we shouldn't be proud of, even though people acted like it was. I understand his words now. And it perhaps is the most valuable advice I ever got. When you see a lion, you know you should be scared, you know you should run, you know it could kill you. But with a human, you can never tell. You'll never know when they decide to tear you apart. You seldom have the time to run, and even when you do, you're not sure if you should. And its not before they completely destroy you, that you realize you should have run when you had the time. But you can't stop wondering how someone so beautiful, so human could such a damage. Some people my friend, are like forest fires; terrifyingly beautiful and destructive at the same time.

& he's going to abuse that four letter word until you can't decide what it means anymore.