like || love

I like you to the point where the wall that parts Like from Love is indistinguishable So, I guess I love you © 2016, Quiyet Brul

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at night

I am like a three-year-old kid and he's the monster under my bed ©2016, Quiyet Brul

tala

I tried to reach and reach and reach and now what? ©2016, Quiyet Brul

|   Parallel Lines |

Parallel lines have so much in common It’s a shame that they would never meet If somehow they met and overlapped just once, would they be inseparable Or would they grow apart farther? Parallel lines that do not meet are much better At least they grow together side-by-side forever © 2016, Quiyet Brul

saudade

The stench of our sweat dancing through the air choreographed by the slow rising and falling of our chests to the synchronized beats of our hearts and the harmony of our clenched fingers playing piano on our skins makes our hips clap harder along with the classic cheering of the gasps we make But tonight …

firefly

I light up for others’ naive entertainment–– a firework that screams to the moon, dancing, erratically glinting while my last sparks fall back to earth © 2016, Quiyet Brul

how to kill yourself without hurting anyone

A tutorial.