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SCRIPTEDBYSAL

@Scriptedbysal

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And so, I stop pretending to draw maps for things that move where I cannot guide them.


So I learn that warmth, too, is a guest that cannot be commanded, only received.

Scriptedbysal's tweet image. So I learn
that warmth, too,
is a guest
that cannot be commanded,
only received.

They can count the stars, but they cannot count the steps we’ve taken together. Some things are not measured. they are simply lived.


Let the wind carry rumors, let shadows bend their tongues. Our hearts are stones at the river’s bottom. untouched, unmoved, unbroken.

Scriptedbysal's tweet image. Let the wind carry rumors,
let shadows bend their tongues.
Our hearts are stones
at the river’s bottom.
untouched, unmoved, unbroken.

I wonder if voids can love us in their hidden way, or only remind us of lack.


I thought love was measured in emptying. If your giving becomes drowning, just stop. a bottomless cup cannot be filled.


Not every chain is real. sometimes you hold your own lock.

Scriptedbysal's tweet image. Not every chain
is real.
sometimes you hold
your own lock.

If a bed teaches you hurt, rise. Comfort should not bleed you.


I walked until the ground betrayed me. two paths, two silences. One seemed kind, the other cruel, but neither spoke. I stood there, waiting for a sign that never came. Some roads do not choose for you. step forward anyway, or remain lost forever.


I prayed, I waited, but the sky stayed still. I almost believed deserts were holy. But to wait for rain where skies are empty is to worship absence. I carried my thirst elsewhere.


If light will not enter, do not remain. Your eyes were meant for sun.

Scriptedbysal's tweet image. If light will not enter,
do not remain.
Your eyes
were meant
for sun.

If they refuse your language, do not unlearn yourself— speak louder to the places that hear.

Scriptedbysal's tweet image. If they refuse your language,
do not unlearn yourself—
speak louder
to the places
that hear.

If the needle never points to you, perhaps it is time to break it, and become your own north.


Sometimes silence is only an answer to remind you that you already carry your own reply.


To fly without permission is to risk falling, to fall without landing is to carry bruises that never fade.


To keep knocking forever is to forget that you, too, are a door worth opening.


And maybe that is its own truth: love does not vanish when denied, it learns to wander.

Scriptedbysal's tweet image. And maybe
that is its own truth:
love does not vanish
when denied,
it learns to wander.

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