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  • _reflexio_ 3w

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    It's always the journey rather than the travel.
    It is an exhilaration of feelings,
    the possibility of discovering something new,
    what it meant to experience life out there,
    of living through perfect little moments
    that come once in a lifetime together,
    to feel ourselves imprinted with some tiny space on earth
    to hold on to those memories like I always lived there
    Cos I feel that profound unbelonging here...
    People always leave halfway through this journey
    and all I can go back to are those places were
    their...our presence lingers onto
    and one day when I leave I know
    I'll still be there in those perfect little moments
    sprinkled all over our map of memories.

    ©_reflexio_

  • _reflexio_ 3w

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    Boundaries are superficial.Your experiences in the physical social and spiritual realms are reflected in every being around you...more like deeply within you... Unlike what we are made to believe, There is no binary of ' the self ' and ' the other '.
    The magnanimity of such profound vulnerability to the unknown can be overwhelming. Hence we conveniently choose the security that conventional boundaries of ideologies and mental walls provide us. It is an easy defense tactic. But as the clock ticks time away one learns to shed them away, that the more you open yourself to the universe surrounding you...
    You discover that very universe animate within you.
    You realise you are a portal balancing the consciousness of the outer inside you, that if nurtured prudently whatever moves within you, can move the external.

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  • _reflexio_ 4w

    Music is a cosmic language
    that our souls communicate with
    when we encounter the presence
    of the universal soul within us.

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  • _reflexio_ 16w

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    I search in my memories trying to recall the details
    the curve of your smile,the color of your eyes,
    the feel of your touch,
    it been a while, its become blurry
    my hearts tries to hold on to you
    but my mind is playing tricks with me
    what if when I meet you,
    everything about you seems unfamiliar
    like I was in love with a stranger?

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  • _reflexio_ 16w

    3.

    I'm overwhelmed by my thoughts, rather I am overwhelmed
    my thoughts go were they go...
    I try to look in the right direction but im distracted,
    that all I can feel is a weight, an invisible weight pulling me down, my thoughts had come alive
    like a parasite within my body moving around,
    I talk and walk normal to everyone, I look in the mirror and I seem normal but I feel sick, my mind feels cold and feverish,
    Gravity seems to be pulling my mind to my gut,
    my heart struggling in a corner to just beat on,
    Loud thuds against its cage,
    its scrapping against my bones inside
    I flinch, not in pain but yes it definitely hurts.

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  • _reflexio_ 17w

    2.

    The mind has its way over us.
    Experiences that once made us happy at a particular point of time are the same instances that now make us feel disconnected and numb to everything.
    Its like we became a stranger to our own self.
    Doubtful, what emotion actually defines who we are now?
    Doubtful, if this is what we are supposed to feel now?

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  • _reflexio_ 17w

    1.

    There are certain people who need to talk to someone to feel better so they call them up, but they are also the same people who asks the other person how they are, listens to them and later ends the phone call because they are conditioned to always put the other person's feelings before themselves..
    The sense of abandonment these people feel is real, because even they clearly know they need to take care of themselves at that moment, they always end up being the ones to take care of others and rarely find themselves at the receiving end of the same care and concern.
    At times they are not sure if they understand what they feel anymore because they are so used to doing it for others that they deeply feel helpless,lost and tired that they have to try and put themselves together on their own too.

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  • _reflexio_ 19w

    Seven years ago,
    Same room, same song, same rain,
    A girl dreaming her future...
    Seven years later,
    Same room,same song,same rain,
    A woman remembering her past...
    Everything remained the same,
    yet everything seemed changed
    Bitter Sweet Illusions of Time.

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  • _reflexio_ 21w

    What if... as our penance for this life
    We wake up as trees in the next?
    as purgation for our actions, we're altered
    as supernal beings, silenced and endangered...
    A final chance for atonement
    Will you attain peace, knowing that humankind will continue
    to ill treat and neglect you the way you used to ?

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  • _reflexio_ 21w

    The wind whispers secrets from far away trees
    The rain spatters memories from far away clouds
    The seedlings in silence blossom in earth's embrace
    Birds and bees, singing and humming their songs
    The fragrant flowers merrily move,in all colors bloom
    Listen to their conversations, take heed of their voices
    You are never alone, you are a part of their world
    A world waiting eagerly for you to comprehend
    A world waiting to share it's wisdom to your soul
    A world waiting patiently for you to sing it's song.

    ©_reflexio_