“I could no longer feel my skin.” Is a line I’ve felt but never been able to describe before. Reading this made my chest ache for every person I have lost.
This poem is achingly powerful. It’s defiantly human, and it doesn’t flinch from the hard questions. Thank you for sharing something so honest, so intimate. I wonder, can Death speak as eloquently as this?
I loved reading this. I have read all your previous posts, I feel what make people write here? I still don't understand. I started hating social media a while ago and downloaded this to just check out . Why do people write here, what do they get? Because I feel that posting on social media is nothing about peace and it gives you more anxiety. I stopped writing intentionally because I feel it hurts more, while I do journal my thoughts n feelings in my physical diary. Still will you answer my question why do people write here? It's an unconventional comment I know. And my others thoughts are, you are a bengali! This validated something in me. Thanks for sharing.
I don’t fully know why people write here either. Maybe it’s less about answers and more about echoes to see if someone out there feels a little of what we do.
Social media often feels loud, but here… sometimes it feels like whispering into the dark, and getting a whisper back. I write because some feelings don’t sit quietly they want to be seen, even if just once.
And yes, I am a Bengali. I'm glad that part of me met something in you. Thank you for telling me all this.
You know when I wish to post but someone I'm anxious of the stuff. Maybe I'll be ready one day. Let's see. I feel that suddenly there will be a day when I'll say, "Let's post...." And start posting my rants here. Haha.
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“I could no longer feel my skin.” Is a line I’ve felt but never been able to describe before. Reading this made my chest ache for every person I have lost.
Thank you for sharing your ache with such honesty means a lot.
This poem is achingly powerful. It’s defiantly human, and it doesn’t flinch from the hard questions. Thank you for sharing something so honest, so intimate. I wonder, can Death speak as eloquently as this?
Thank you so much, Mya. Your words mean a lot.I don’t know if Death speaks, but if it does- i hope it listens too
I loved reading this. I have read all your previous posts, I feel what make people write here? I still don't understand. I started hating social media a while ago and downloaded this to just check out . Why do people write here, what do they get? Because I feel that posting on social media is nothing about peace and it gives you more anxiety. I stopped writing intentionally because I feel it hurts more, while I do journal my thoughts n feelings in my physical diary. Still will you answer my question why do people write here? It's an unconventional comment I know. And my others thoughts are, you are a bengali! This validated something in me. Thanks for sharing.
I don’t fully know why people write here either. Maybe it’s less about answers and more about echoes to see if someone out there feels a little of what we do.
Social media often feels loud, but here… sometimes it feels like whispering into the dark, and getting a whisper back. I write because some feelings don’t sit quietly they want to be seen, even if just once.
And yes, I am a Bengali. I'm glad that part of me met something in you. Thank you for telling me all this.
You know when I wish to post but someone I'm anxious of the stuff. Maybe I'll be ready one day. Let's see. I feel that suddenly there will be a day when I'll say, "Let's post...." And start posting my rants here. Haha.
i loved but what did you do with them. perfect concept. you killed this.