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| Most certainly I feel loved and spoiled, deeply and vividly; but it doesn't prevent me from feeling tired. Likewise, work and study take me around the clock and any kind of reward shifts me up a little, just to have me holding on to it. To say that I am happy would cause me the suspicion of euphemism. I seem to have quit the state of self-initiation and self-inspiring, mentally speaking; which though, in no way translates to the loss of hope, but simply, the need to pause and breathe. | | |
| may sound immature but maturity always progress with the childish wrongs. And I'm being very childish. Worry, Anger, Guilt, Lust. They all came their own separate ways but end up right on me. They irritate me in their own ways but all defeat me in one split second. I guess life is like a trampoline, it drowns you and makes you lose footing but bounces you high, literally, right when you think it's through. It'll all be over, all will be fine. | | |
| there will only be impressions,
impressions vague yet deep.
they linger, unreachable,
sophisticated, intimate. | | |
| Everything starts aligned.
They get chaotic,
They get lost.
At the end they rest aligned. Will you hear me, if there is one,
From the sacred Heaven?
I'll show you down the memory lane.
I'll let you touch history's cold remains.
Kiss, with tender lips, and finger tips.
Hold, with haunting soul, my heart devotes. | | |
| Can be a devil slipping through your dreamland,
Haunting the serene of the river bank.
Dreams that don't deem,
Could weave a hell burning with sorrow,
Burden the sunshine escaping your shadow. Tomorrow will fade, with no disguise,
In the doom of hollowness, in your eyes.
Yesterday was made, with no mercy,
mistakes were irretrievable, for eternity. | | |
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