In that silence, I dream to be.

— Khadija Rupa

I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.

— Khadija Rupa

It’s a poem, of our love, that doesn’t rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end.

— Khadija Rupa

Just as the way sun is behind the moon’s light reflection, I know that everything which comes into my life, or every thing I notice, I see, I hear, has a story behind it. And that story connects it to me. So I become curious to know these backstories. And the more I know them, the more I know myself, each time differently.

— Khadija Rupa

Like a forgotten old photograph, this dream will stay pressed, between the pages of a book you don’t feel like reading anymore.

— Khadija Rupa

My eyes always keep searching, for something inexpressible, above the far away sky. I long to get lost, inside the evening-twilight. Silence always tickles me —in a strange way;I meet “me” in the time between sunset and darkness.

— Khadija Rupa

Only to close these eyes to sleep in the lap of Loveland stay there forever.

— Khadija Rupa

Please don’t tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.

— Khadija Rupa

She was a wonderful teenage girl who had the miraculous power to cure herself of any wound, either physical or mental. With her own salty tears, she would cleanse her raw wounds. And her breaths were given, as though not to breathe but, rather, to fan her sores.

— Khadija Rupa

So every time I lose one of my shoes and my brother looks at me angrily thinking I’m trying to catch a prince with a lost shoe, or mistakenly cuts myself and the whole world around me thinks I’m trying to attract a vampire, I just laugh sounding like a complete stranger to them. And to everyone like them. I know I don’t need to be a Cinderella. Or an Isabella. I already own things, all things, every single thing, which I love and proudly dream to own. They're just not here…not in this world. And that definitely doesn’t mean, I lost them.

— Khadija Rupa