Eat Me
Eat me alive
With the rhythm
Of your heartbeat
Dancing
In your eyesTaste my soul
Let that rhythm
Make a melody
And dance me
Home
— Rumi (via lovelydeen)
(Source: sufisister, via tellmewhere2start)
“Green. They are green,” she said.
“What?”
“My eyes.”
“Oh, right.”
“Yours are too.”
“Right. And… why are you telling me this? I mean, I can see them now, can’t I? You’re right, they are green.”
“Just so I can tell you of this moment. You know, later on.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Do you think you’ll remember?”
“Of course I will remember. How could I forget about this?”