I wonder how the moon feels to touch the ocean so deeply I wonder where the butterflies go after they take all the sweetness from the flowers I wonder where the light ends and darkness begins I wonder why a tree grows down then up, left and right with the root at the center. I wonder if the universe i see in you, is the rythm of my heartbeat
So many people I'll never hear from, Nor see again; And i'm not sad for the losses Instead it builds the foundation to a home In which my weakest days may feel weak but, In my dreams stable, Always welcoming.
Breathless laughter Red cheeks from the cold and chattering teeth drenched in rain The spread of warmth after a sip of coffee The feeling of relief when you find something you thought went missing Laughing after crying Waching your favorite show or movie after a long wait Anticipation Patience while teetering on the edge of impatience The serenity and peace the sunset brings The hope and future that the sunrise brings
I can't hear anything My thoughts whisper While she was once this quiet These past few weeks she has Relaxed into a softer sound Dancing through a new song Forming her own beat A new kind of music But now, she is silently accompanied by a glossy eyed friend Sitting motionless Emotionless As the world around Spins with confusion Why must she fight so hard to soften When those around her remain hard?
There is a thing about art that does not want to be admired. I have always been madly curious about galaxies. Well, who isn't ? But what makes me curious is not only the infinite emptiness that it holds but the mysterious anonymity of its creator. The artist nobody has seen but witnessed. The thing about art that does not demand attention is that it attracts attention.The fact that the creator is not trying to be recognized illuminates the infinite possibilities of existence. A painting doesn't stop being beautiful because you don't know who created it and a man behind the piano need not always be seen. A poem with its poet not known is not poetry,it is art. An artist creating masterpieces without trying to be well known is not an artist,he himself is an art. Knowing and not knowing an artist behind the creation does make a lot of difference. // When you know the creator, you admire his art. When you don't, you worship the creator.//
When in love, you always try to trace back everything to that certain someone,
that dialogue from a movie feels so real and the proposal, your mind runs at least a thousand test runs to think about what you will say when that someone will propose you, how you would react, you want them to do it like your favorite character did in a movie.
At your favorite place, that small coffee house across the street, nearby your home, where you guys first met.
When in love, you start looking at your face in mirror more often, that glow on your face gives away your secrets to strangers, they can witness your heart beating faster than ever, your eyes, they speak louder than a thousand words from a love letter ever can, you look out for things unknowingly that you never cared about before, you want to be the best version of your self in each way possible.
When in love, you become vulnerable too, you give yourself away in a most selfless way possible, you heart, it doesn't want to hold back, all the feelings rush into your mind and all you could think is the moments you spent with that someone.
You know it might never happen, that someone may not feel the same way about you, but that doesn't change the fact that you have fallen in love.
When in love, you suddenly start enjoying weather, that breeze blowing from your balcony is still the same, but now it has some different essence, or perhaps it always had that but you noticed it just now, clouds instantly change your mood and you can never get enough of stars now.
You notice that variations in shape of moon everyday while trying to figure out what the other person would be doing at that time.
When in love, you may not share 'I love yous' more often, but those nods when your eyes meet make up for it perfectly.
Let them hate you, let them envy you, let them be happy to see you moving through the hardships you're going through, but never, never ever let them feel pity for you , sympathy is chain which holds you hostage to the past, if you do allow others to feel sorry for you, you'll always remain that one poor fellow world see as a failure all the life. . #life