xo, ekta
@madeinpoetry
social misfit
You'll meet a hundred different people who will describe you in a hundred different ways, don't dwell too much on the kind of impression you make. Remember, there are a thousand paintings of the sun, but only one that rises and sets each day.
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there is a soft hum scratching up my throat to become a whisper underneath my breath - it is the same sound caged birds sing ekta somera
I try to let go to move on and forget - but my heart remembers - it has a memory of its own.
They called me a dreamer like it was a bad thing, until my dreams started to come true.
I published my second book at the age of twenty-two in 2022 🌸
my dreams are like flowers growing in a forest fire - the promise of rain seems insignificant - the sun may shine when a coffin carries the weight of a body turned into ash before my cremation. ekta somera
i enjoyed jurassic world rebirth, except the genetic oopsie that was d-rex, seriously what the hell was that 😵💫
I fell in love with a samsung smart fridge, we had a connection and it's going to be difficult to live an ordinary life after that experience 😳
I spent half of my life waiting to be older and the next half waiting for it to be over.
the second day of july feels like a breath of fresh air, i did not fall into a pit of despair.
each time i rebuild somebody breaks me and my heart can no longer function with the few pieces left
i can't believe i am still in my twenties, it feels like i've been alive forever.
sometimes i forget the universe is on my side, then i am reminded in the most beautiful way ✨️
It's late June... the middle of the night, and I'm just realising that I never ate one litchi last December.
flower by flower the bouquet grows as I pick one rose a tulip, a lily, some peonies - I take them to the grave of the teenager I was - a wildflower who deserved better ekta somera