driedleavesandcoffee

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𝘈 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦,

Cause lovin' you felt forgotten. I forgot myself; and I hated it that way.

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Through fortunes and misfortunes, paved herself a path.

It wasn't misleading, yet found herself lost

Lost into randomness, feeling fixated.

The pain kept unsaid has fallen into numbness

Rotting slowly, to heal from within.

Left herself a scar, for the happenings and mishappenings.

And, who are to be blamed?

No one; But Herself.

How silly Humans beings are. Rotten. Impulsive.

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To the summer in my winter heart -

I put my words together, I wanted to write you a

letter.

Dear friend,

It's raining again; can you feel it too ?

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦. 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘳𝘶𝘱.

It overwhelms me as I sit by, and watch the rain fall like an never-ending fall of emotions and thoughts; thoughts that I can't write, but adore. Making bad poetries, dancing to the melodies of radio tunes, a long walk on a late December night; a sudden burst of realization amidst the stillness of moments, cold and lazy, like eating ice candies in the graveyard; a memory it holds.

Straight out the window, across the garden where bloomed were those little asters and stood tall was a black tupelo we planted as kids and I see it, our hideout; a place of space and time. It holds a key to the empire of inconsistent thoughts and unsummoned imaginations.

I promise you, the present separation won't last forever.

- A letter to a dead friend

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Feared the underlying truth; the lies. Cause one day they will return,

Return as scars.

And that day, we will all be in pain.

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𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥.

𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴, 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺.

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Early hours of night,

When everyone fell asleep

Somewhere amidst all the chaos

There were gentle clouds breaking down. A sky so young, suddenly seemed so dull. With the cold water running across the empty streets, wind rushing by,

It was raining again.

It always rain on a sad day.

A forever's falling down in coldness

It bloomed me a garden, full of thorns.

In stillness, I sat by myself

I could hear you whisper

Calm, yet saddening

Breathes between the seconds

The whispers of the pouring rain.

It's not happiness you cry, but words of remorse.

A deepened pain, screams of the afterlife.

The rain, I have always hated it. Always.

Over and over

When you fell,

It has always amazed me how people look up to you, and smile.

また雨が降っていた

It's just a story,

Story of a fine, sad rain.

- seasons #2

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𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 ?

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Happiness is an odd thing. We all long for happiness, without exception. That we end up sad in the end. Not remembering what we desire, cause we are busy discovering'em. But— there's contentment in every little thing, and sometimes it's beautiful. It’s beautiful, how some people get temporarily involved in things. How they find happiness in the stillness of present moments, amidst happenings and mishappenings. To them happiness is not just one thing. It's every little thing. It's about enjoying those little things in life, to enjoy the finer beauty of existence. Being happy is merely a choice we make.

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The warm sunshine of spring was falling ..

Dear spring

𝘖𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦, 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨

Everything was beautiful.

But,

The flowers in my room are dead now. A night where the moon isn't red anymore, I fell asleep in the dust with cool wind rushing down the corner.

𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

Slowly traveling my eyes,

It follows and then fades. I remember how you made me feel home.

Spring? Are you gone already?

I know, you are doing just fine. I'm doing just fine too.

But, When you leave this place, I want to be remembered. That someday, I know

You will come back, I will fall in love with you again.

- seasons #1

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Annoyed at first sight.

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Its not living or dying I'm concerned with, but this suffering I fear the most, waiting in the near future sooner or later. It would come.

The night maybe falling fast to my discontent. But it's never dead. The never ending past repeats itself, tomorrow would come, and today will never be the same again, lost in its own past; It lives. For am nothing without it.

It's an eternal struggle.

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I don't know , what's being alive in life is ? Maybe, I find life in death.

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The devils here are vast and pretty.

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To live, to die.

We want death, but neither for power nor cause of love. No pain, no suffering.

Rather embracing ourselves into the moments of our last breathe.

To die, with the brightest smile, I promise you.

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