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.
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.
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.
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.
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.