Nothing was trying to hurt me, except my own thoughts, which felt like needles, trying to stitch tears within my eyes.
DEEPALI SINGHVINothing was trying to hurt me, except my own thoughts, which felt like needles, trying to stitch tears within my eyes.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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Eddying towards my zero points four mystery misted pens naked nib, the stars splash starlight ridden waves, on my ever-circling emotions.
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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.
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Coping with love’s aftertaste, my fractal feelings sprint in haste, my mellow neurons transmit tears, like a cascade of caramel latte.
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Thoughts in bottles battled and shattered the glass of their containers, which floated in the ocean like a sun made of diamonds.
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The sound of wind chimes, soothing my mind, removing all the frames of my mind, takes me straight away, to the depth, depth of my mind!
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My love is like a trigonometry problem simplified by my heart’s mint green genies, the broken being in me sings a million epiphanies, my life is but colors spilled in polaroids of caring butterflies.
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I cried so much that my tears, made up a sea, I survived sailing in that teary sea, to reach the shore, which, at first, didn’t have a door for me!
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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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Santa sobs recalling December’s decor, navigating joys volcano, overcoming dawns of insomnia, waking the snowflakes to find, yearlong sleep, which delightfulness sneaks!
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