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A variety of words, feelings, and universes. Writer of fiction / Inspired by nonfiction.
Azad Shaar Azad Shaar
Articles : 46
Since : 03/08/2017

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The Reincarnation of the Moon

You were born the night the Moon died. You were born to serve humanity in its place. You, my friend, are the new Moon. So shine your light upon mankind, and show those who claim themselves realists what they only dare to dream of. Be the Sun, be the stars. Be reality if you’d like, but, darling, never give up being their most idealistic fantasies

Always; all ways.

And of the formlessness of man, she slowly gave him form. She rose the mud and sculpted his face. She gave him a sense. And another. Until they became five, and they were exotic. She wanted him to feel her, to be with her, not just spiritually, but also physically. She wanted him to unite with her through more ways than one, through more entities t

Expression

“I can understand what’s in your heart through your expression. It seems so easy for me to step over the boundaries of your skin and dive deep into your soul.” After a moment of silence and quick heart-beat, I said: “Read my face, what do I feel now?” He looked through. He didn’t need lights to see me but there was the Moon over us, bea

Presence

I go wordless before your eyes. I forget all the voices in my head buzzing all day long. I forget the whistle that never lets me have a quiet night. I forget all the fucks the world hasn’t given. My heart sees nothing but your soul. It fuels my entity with a beautiful sense of well-being, Like everything is still good Like the planet’s not mess

Characteristics

"You know, if we cut you down to pieces and put each characteristic of yours in a different person, they would be the most annoying people ever. But on you, all together, they're just... perfect," he said. Slowly. He smiled. Like it's the strangest thing to ever come out of his mouth. Like he's savoring the taste of the words before they go away fo

Most of All

“You know what I like most about you?” I had expected him to tell me one of those characteristics I’ve always been told about; your beauty, your kindness, that you’re clever, blah… Instead, he stared into nothing when I asked “What is it?” And when I repeated my question, he said he’s thinking. He said there are too many and that he

Mind-Browsing Past Midnight

The Sun falls. And all the flowers in my mind arouse. And I write. And write, and write.Who would've thought that midnight could be a sanctuary for the dangers of my words. Who would've thought that my sleepless nights would turn to missed breakfasts, junk food for lunches, and merely an hour of sleep instead of dinners. Who would've thought that,

Building Bridges

Let me be the highway that links your life to this world. Let me be the Moon that lights your starless nights. Let me inhabit your mind with my figure. Let me adopt your heart when you let go of it. Let me catch your eyes when you throw them out, and thrill your touch with my skin. Let me transport you, from your realm, to this world, then to my Un

“Closer.”

Big house. Small room. Dim lights. She was wearing dark blue shoes that looked so good on the light grey tiles. He didn’t even realize that he was observing Her every detail. He grabbed Her hips, felt Her silky-smooth curves, and brought Her closer. He wanted Her right next to him; as near as humanly possible. He was smiling to the oddity of the

The Ocean and The Moon

The street light blessed his dark brown eyes with a shade of yellow. The reflection of the sea merged in them gracefully, just like waves crashing onto a shore of ocean green. He spoke non-stop, but for the first time in a while, I wholeheartedly wanted to listen. I was thrilled with pleasure with every move his lips made, every phrase they formed,