Sitting in bus filled with people, who just want to go about their lives, wishing to fulfill their own individual wishes. I wonder if all of them wish to build a galaxy, of radiating stars warming a hundred planets filled with life, like I do.. I peer at the person who doesn't wear a mask and wonder what makes him so callous? Is he really callous or is he just someone who is overly optimistic? Or is it just that he is pessimistic and feels there's no point? Am I being the one who is at the wrong here? Could he be someone who has breathing problems and can't bear to wear the mask because it'll cause him suffocation?
Is it just me or do I overthink a lot?
Is that why all of a sudden I'm thinking, "if this is how I overthink about a person not wearing a mask and his reasons (I couldn't bring myself to sit next to him too.. I was rooted to the spot overthinking my next move) then what about a girl who is inappropriately touched by someone all of a sudden? What if she's paralysed by something much worse?
"Did he touch me purposively?" "Or am I in the wrong?" "Did I do something to warrant such a horrible experience?" "How did I end up here?" "What would others think if I shouted now?" "Would they blame me and side with him or would they understand me?"
I probably should have asked him to wear a mask anyway, sat down and rested my legs.
She probably should have defended herself in a way that he would be set as an example, for the world to see.
But here we are.. us flawed humans who overthink ourselves out of existence. Flawed?
I should probably stop.. this overthinking.. but should I really?
There is this certain aspect of memories being imbibed into inanimate objects of not much significance up until that point which you notice them. You might not have thought there lay any relevance to the word dusk and dawn or even associated them with the those many times that you have watched them in passing. But then people come into the spheres of your life like the rain drops perched upon a leaf during the monsoon. Pitter patter it drops and thus it goes, on and on until it flows, up until the moment it stays as a rhyme in your mind and then it glows.
Some people feel like the person you know will not judge you even if they say they hate you whenever they see you. Sometimes it feels better to hear that someone hates you when you know they might smile with it too. They will mess up your vocabulary of perfectly ruined languages by claiming to teach your the best ways regarding it's usage. Now you end up with a broken vocabulary and reassure yourself that your abilities to perfectly raise the temper of your teachers still exists. People that actually try to make you feel as if you scaled the everest for every little thing that you do are what makes the muxture of simplest and most opposite of words jumbled together have some meaning to it. Some sort of pleasant memory becomes attached to it, it reflects the person that uses it when someone remembers it.
We associate memories with songs and end up reliving them with the people we spent them with. I think it's the same with letters and words or even sentences. You imbibe memories into words too. Of some people.
To friends that are worth it
@dusky_dawn (I still cant understand the meaning of that name but people love it here because you made it so)
I would call you the moon at night And you would bathe me in moonlight Your touch eclipses with my shadows Marking holy, the days in furloughs Solstices you've embraced For me to be graced These singularities that hold Too many similarities to behold Wormholes you've made Through galaxies to evade Those few discrepancies we met Even time you've made to abet These white dwarfs that maketh us Would've needed supernovas ardous Black holes we are in raves Colliding gravitational waves Creation and armageddon, these fingers entwine Breathing its last, we call this divine
Bereft left the dreams I craved Purpose I search for in those raved Souls too full to leave no place For me to occupy in grace Shunned a choice made to run From grasps, this acumen Faster each time Hiding in rhyme These secrets would hide No one with insight to catch me, I lied Try as you might Wish you'd alright For me to be born Anew at light to adorn But maybe these clean dresses Still hide the same muddy heart in recesses
Let me embrace our differences Letting drop all offences Kissing your lips in passion Leaving sighs in accretion Lifting you just right Leaving you in delight Straying through these recesses Making delirium as it progresses Leading you astray Taking you away Putting you in clouds Making rain in crowds Holding you in shivers Letting you flow in rivers
Seep I will into every crevice Leaving you to grab hold of reality Grace I will in aegis Making you pull back covers of verity
Oranges bloom in my memories Spawning a stale serenade It greets the sunlit sepia clouds And rains upon me; Draining my ephemeral thoughts It sinks once again To the gliding peachy waves Where the sunset yellows Sails the golden waters far away Would this be the last debt?...
I once held a quadrifoliate clover But then the luck yellowed And once again The penumbra makes love to me The pain, penultimate yet pale Parting day and night Parting life and death The last debt would be to give in...
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ACCOUTREMENT by Carolyn Glackin Let your love be my one and only adornment And that will be enough Let me be draped exclusively In the ornate finery that is you Let your kisses cover me from head to toe Like a sparkling gossamer gown Shining and resplendent And as soft as eiderdown Let the fiery heat of your passion Enrobe me with its sultry glow As that would be the finest garment This skin could ever know Decked out to the nines Oh how your ardour makes me shine Silky satin, so sublime It all withstands the test of time Never cold and never bare Despite the crispness of the air Your loving arms are always there They give me comfort, like a prayer Thus if I could choose one accoutrement I wouldn't mind the hue Style and fabric wouldn't matter So long as it was you So dress me in your love, my darling And I'll dress you in mine We'll revel in love's wardrobe Our sacred union, so divine. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 4/6/2021
*Artwork credited to one of my favorite artists: Ines Honfi.
P.S. Thank you for your continued patience while I remain on a brief break from reading and reposting.