there is beauty in building up something, love in watching it grow, Satisfaction when it stands and experience when by fate it fails.
Am not right to be loved, thus I fear for a soul that flatters mine. Am not just to be trusted, thus I am scared to trust. Am aiming nowhere, thus scared for someone to get lost with me.
We gambol dances that oppose our hearts.
We beam smiles that contradict our feelings.
We walk into roads that tremble our souls
We get to grisps with things our bodies loathe
Our hearts are wrecking and agonizing yet;
we must remember not to weep since tears have been labeled for the weak and we yearn to be counted among the valiants.
THEY SAY THAT the weak have no right to say no but, who affirms that there yes is not a NO ?
You are a blossoming soul
This imaginary dream,
it remains a sacrosanct to me. Unassailable yet, unbearable.
However please, do not awake me.
Do not save me.
Let me die in my dream, Let me be buried in it.
For strangers will soon admire the blossoming roses besides my tombstone and in the end it would have meant something to even just dream.
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she got to realize time to time, that she was a granite. She was a person never seen anywhere on this planet at least not in the places she had been too.
We live between
bad choices
and worse ones,
and we choose the bad,
hoping that at least
we shall survive.
Mere survival is what
alot of us sometimes
sleeplessly
struggle for.
Mirrors lie, outlining shapes that mean nothing.
Mirrors horrify, penetrating into brains and forming unrealistic images.
Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be and after the energies put into the transformation
a deeper hole is drilled in us instead realizing that it needs not a mirror to clearly see our portraits leaving us as nothings and as people of no belonging.
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