🖤..................Please Don't Eat Me.................... 🖤 🌸 ......................It's you isn't it ?........................🌸
⚡️___Atleast let me scream here___⚡️
“Poetry is the hero of philosophy. Philosophy raises poetry to the status of a principle. It teaches us to recognize the worth of poetry. Philosophy is the theory of poetry. It shows us what poetry is, that it is one and all.”
no but you know what would be nice? experiencing the kind of happiness that doesn’t turn out to be a lesson that I have to mourn over for at least 3 months
I don't feel like writing anything in the moment & after, I'm carving mountains of words where only I can climb, jumping over syllables - my own Everest. I might write nothing for few days, weeks or fortnights probably, I should do it as I like it but these days I feel like nothing & everything.
There's something surreal falling asleep listening to your favorite music, it amazes me how every verse stay the same while humans who created this melody might have changed so much that it feels impossible to know what's wrong with them... it's such a lovely sleep like this. I still can't sleep through the nights but I'm loving the beauty of life even more, every passing day. Yet, at the same time I'm trying to call of my relationship with every human not because I don't need it but I epiphany the change & the void of winter... only I can fill it. It doesn't mean I hate you. I'm just being me.
She's something, a little different, a little cranky, a little moody, a little emotional but much more caring not for other though... she's divine, she can make harsh sunrays softer than her softtoys to make your days... she's nothing like anyone.
Something strange is happening with me, from sometime, whenever someone leave, I get all same feelings again but now the strange feeling is I honestly feel good for them, infact I feel so much better for them that if they come back, I'll tell them to go back again, I know what trouble they've been through for me & just breaking ties with this skull they feel free & happy... I guess not most people sense it, so If you choose to stay, you are choosing trouble & grief all over other things, being with me you choose death & disappointment, you'll get tired... Well, for me... I'm born to left alone, so I'm making my peace with it, infact I'm doing it pretty well... just after another shower of saline drops, and a little more... I'll get better, I guess...
“‘Welcome to Saddness. Population one.’ All my friends have left me. They look back at me with eyes of pity. Come back, friends. Let’s talk together, laugh together. But no, you turn away as if we’ve never met.”
“I’m not allowed to say I suffer at times that I suffer? Why is that? All I’m doing all the time is saying what I feel just as I feel it. I’m being honest. I’m really sad, and so I say I’m sad. I’ve gained courage, and so I say I’ve gained courage. there isn’t any trick or gap with the truth. I’m putting everything into my own words.”