Real pain can't be expressed, It's your intuition or the poetry buried insideyour heart that it describes, sometimes running out of words. -trinakhi
It's so difficult to just move on in life but once you get used to, it becomes easiest of all the things to deal with, once you know what loss is you're just least probably to get affected by it.
You're the protagonist of the stories, of the thoughts inside your mind, they cannot live forever or die forever and even if they're daunting sometimes but there's a way out of it.
Time is like river, it's just flows withouta pause, Just like this year was woven with heartbreaks, trauma and bliss,Where I survived and died every single day Scratching my bruises out of it, Some bonds faded while some remained with the promise of eternity,experiences were poetry adorning the flaws, The love i deserved is what I caved in forthe most and the instances changed forever, the velvet heart which I never had, well it ends well spending some part of perpetual time with a hurricane of tranquility.
My heart is a place where you reside perpetually, Where the love i carry for you is irrational, even when the world gives up on you I want you to stay here forever.
sometimes our thoughts and feelings are not our's even, turning intrusive like they belong to someone else, that you're all left with a mess inside your heart.
Like people belongs to us, the painand the suffering that is inflicted of themalso belongs to us, but they cannot heal yourself.
Sometimes we are not the author of our lives, it's the cells or the blood in our veins that writes us, andthe loves that binds us after being crumbled.
You carry fireflies inside your soulThat makes the world shine every night, You feel like infinity that is beyond of anyone's reach, and yet so delicate
Darkness is such a place where you decide not to bury your emotions and Let the thoughts flow, Where your true self reveals the thingsthat you hastily disregarded.
Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power. - Bertrand Russell