“Eyes bloodshot, words insane, anxious thoughts, feelings ashamed. After all, it was the heart to be blamed.”

How crazy it is to define your happiness with hypocrisy-laced conventions? To always go with the flow and not letting the craziness show. Looks like the only sanity is to LET GO.

Finally found solace, a way out of maze. You discern, YOU are your HOME, Today and Always.

Is less really more or more is actually less? Will you leave me depressed or will I make you obsessed? Oh, What a mess! What a mess!

No truths hidden, no lies fed. No expectations, no tears shed.

Are you my poison or my solace? Leaving me disconcerted and blue.. Disguised in a bliss or elixir behind menace? Hard to live WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!

It covers me like the embrace of the sky. Like a closed one bidding goodbye. Like those smeared memories and lyrics of a melancholy song, Home, Home is what I long for.

Sometimes life is easier when you intentionally choose not to understand the meaning behind, when you try to look away from what’s apparent to the eyes of the mind.

Does anything at all make any sense? No offense! Is everything real or just a lens of pretense? Anyway, I feel that this moment is dying and now I’m done wrying and trying.

Maybe I should just let myself feel to the point that I don’t feel anything. It’s the game of feelings, I think it’s time to play with my own.

In a world where insensitivity and indifference are overrated. Don’t lose faith in love and warmth. You may feel lost and worn out, but the most magical and the richest place will always be a kind heart.

I don’t know what I need, Maybe just dreams, the right people, and a spirit freed of all the worries, insecurities, and fear. A fulfilled life where visions and hearts are more clear.

To choose a plain life, I choose neither to lose and nor do I gain, If happiness is not in my destiny, I refuse to accept pain.

How your words and pauses have become mine. How you are a full stop to my every line. You have colored me with your thoughts, red and white. The tinge of my blood and the pure divine.

To rise after a fall, oh what an idea to haul. What you think would hold you, More often than not, turns your white soul into cold blue.

Souls shouldering the burden of false hopes, broken promises, fear like a burning flame. Maybe that’s why each one of us is so different yet the same.

Aren’t we all murderers? Sometimes of our emotions. Sometimes of our dream. Sometimes of our conscience for the sake of being downstream?

I saw this French woman, this English man in Italy. It was a film [Certified Copy] I knew well, but I had already seen it, and I was familiar with it, and I had no feeling of anxiety or responsibility toward it.

If I remember right, Aelia, you had four teeth; a cough displaced two, another two more. You can now cough without anxiety all the day long. A third cough can find nothing to do in your mouth.

Those who follow the Tao are of clear mind. They do not load their mind with anxieties and are flexible in their adjustment to external conditions.

The media no longer hesitate to whip up lurid anxieties in order to increase sales, in the process undermining social confidence and multiplying fears.

Those who are certain of the outcome can afford to wait, and wait without anxiety.

I don’t eat meat because meat brings out negative qualities such as fear, anger, anxiety, aggressiveness, etc. Vegetables peacefully offer themselves to the earth when ripe, thus allowing a sublime and peaceful thought-consciousness.

Much of our anxiety and stress comes when we’re focused on fear and disconnected from the voice of our inner guide.

The emotions in all true anxiety dreams are next to unbearable.