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I Wrote You A Love Letter

          I could talk about the temperature of your skin better than the rapid change in the weather outside; that was starting to get cold enough to wear a thick woolen jacket.
          I could talk about the warmth of your lips better than the warmth my feet would feel when it’s all snuggled up in 3 layers of socks and my favourite brown boots.
          I could talk about the way your tongue brings me home, better than my mom’s Christmas cake that she made from scratch with raisins and brandy and love.
          I could talk about that lock of hair that gets swished to the other side of your head on a windy night when you’re out for a stroll; better than reciting my favourite poem.
          I can’t do the alphabet backwards, but I can memorize every scar and birthmark and remember it off the tip of my tongue. And if anyone were to ask what my favourite parts of you were, I would start with your eyes and then the birthmark on your collar-bone and then your small lips and then maybe the cute birthmark that I imagined you’d have on your derrière.
          I could talk about how I fell in love with winter my entire life  and then openly and proudly cheated on it with you. I have loved winter for as long as I could remember, from the cold winds to the warm liquids that make you feel like a Christmas tree inside.
          But now, I could only love winter as much as I loved you.
Yours truly,
Painted Shadow


I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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