Discover Of The Moment - Blog Posts

Mahmoud Darwish, King Solomon, Neil Gaiman, Nikita Gill, Mary Oliver, butterflies rising, Lang Leav, rachel h, Alexandra Vasiliu, Shayan Das : *writes masterpieces of stories and poems*

Me: *screaming, crying, suffering, etc. in bilingual frustration* WHY I CANNOT BE YOU

I created a word that, in my eyes, it is legitimy, and in my heart, I hope it to be used and remembered: Verakensi'naísh:

That word would be the one that describes the inability of stop feeling; it would be the name of the deepest form of empathy.

Use it, if you wish to. Write poems with it, let your tongue became familiar with it, be identified, too. I am going to do all of it, and more, but I thought that it would be so selfish of mine to not share this new word with all the ones that needs it.

So here it is. Use it wisely.

—The Solivagant.

Devotion.

You know, we were teached that this marvelous yet strange thing is blind respect and admiration, generaly towards a deity. It is wrong.

So, you may ask, what is devotion? It is defying who you love to be better, to reach their whole potential and to stay with them even when they push you away.

So no, my dear, devotion is not a religious trate, but unconditional love. You will know this better once you find someone you know in your bones that can be better, and as such, you push, companion and defy them to be.

That is devotion, no less.

—The Solivagant.

There is no second beside you that feels like wasted time.

—Unknown.

The concept of dream.

When I met you, truly met you, the concept of "dream" that I always had, it torn apart until it took the shape of your face.

—The Solivagant

How tiredness works.

Its funny, how tiredness works. When you are tired at the point that your bones cry. You let everything go. The pain, the ire, the pride. You are so tired that that tiredness corrodes all that burden, from inside to outside. That is my way to tell you that I forgive you.

—The Solivagant.

The grief of an ancient heart.

I do not know something ancient enough to say this with all right, but I can provide a truth as old as time: pain traspasses everything. No one, nor human, god or beyond, is safe from it.

But I can provide hope, too; love is the same. Nor man, creature or being is beyond love, so lay and rest knowing that love can heal you, if you let it.

—The Solivagant.

“i could swear i can live a million lifes aside you and never get tired of that dreamy gleam in your eyes. ”

—The Solivagant.

“Sometimes, what you do not want to do, but you must do, is what is best for you. "

—naive-daydreamer.

"I wonder what would my younger self would say if she saw me right now.

Would that child be proud? Curious? Sad? Angry? I suppose I will never know.

But, yet, I still wonder...

I have that thing: I wonder of impossible ideas.

Such bless and burden, to just wonder. ”

—naive-daydreamer.

“i always thought that in english, everything sounds better.

Well, at least to me. Cause when i hear something, like a poem or a phrase, in english, i feel like a collision in my heart and my mind.

And i supose that thats how truly feels love: like a collision, in your heart and mind, a foreign feeling that you want to feel again and again.”

—naive-daydreamer.

“who needs a cwtch? Is like a hug, but deeper. It is given with the intention of bringing a safe place. "

—said by someone that truly needs a cwtch.

“Discover of the moment: turns out that the feeling of homesickness of a place that you never were in has a name: hiraeth. ”