accidentally woke up at 4 but i watched the sunrise
Kahlil Gibran, On Joy and Sorrow (via a-kind-of-leaving)
Some times I lie awake in bed
feeling like I’m missing someone
whose face I’ve never seen,
mourning the absence of someone
whose voice I’ve never heard.
Your name sits like a seedling buried in my throat.
If I stop thinking for long enough, I can feel it growing,
climbing upwards along my tongue.
One day, I’m sure,
it will bloom,
and the wind will carry my voice away
along with the petals.
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