I’m looking for someone to defy convention with me.
To be extraordinary and live beyond the boring reality of everyday life.
I wanna be in love, in fun, differently. I wanna feel things I’ve never felt before.
Otherwise, what’s the point?
Where’s the magic?
The real dirt is not outside, but inside, in our hearts. We can wash all stains with water. What we cannot remove is the grudge and the bad intentions sticking to our hearts.
~Shams tabrizi
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
Michael Angelo’s painting on top of the Palace of Versailles.
Pic from - Adrianna Geo
lmao
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Life tends to
Shine through
The muted slides
Of past lives
And project ballet
Against a wall,
Which the living
Romanticize,
But the dead
Don’t see at all.
Its like being softly drowned in your own head.
Like being forced to keep your eyes shut by a gentle hand.
Like cottonballs filling up the space in your ears.
Like being unsure if the sounds that do get though, are real or just made up.
Like being burned by the light,
Making you want to crawl inside a hole,
Avoiding its blinding Source.
Like moving drunkly on trembling grounds,
Moving your feet in fear of falling through the pavement cracks.
Like being manipulated by your vision, knowing that it used to be wider,
Now focusing
strangely.
“I left the door to my heart open for you,
and you conveniently walked in and walked out of it as you pleased”.
Cloudy Thoughts
Our second semester just started yesterday, and just by looking at the amount of school works we needed to do I feel like up at the sky outside and imagine me flying away from the responsibilities the society put in my shoulders.
Whenever I look at my previous school outputs now I can’t help but imagine why and how an honor student like me became the not-so-lazy-but-rather-look-up-at-the-sky-instead-of-doing-my-homework type of student now.
And I would sometimes ask, why now that I’m in college only I start valuing my self, memories, and most of all, money.
I push away the people I’m afraid to lose because that way, I can take control of their leaving me.
Because people always leave – and, in most cases, they do not come back. I have a history of losing people. I’ve had a lot of temporal friends growing up and I’ve always lost them the same way. When I feel that the end is dawning, I steel my heart and take steps backwards.
But we all protect ourselves somehow, right? Usually distance – mentally, physically, heartily, does the trick. But when it comes to him, that’s just not enough.
I’m wasn’t ready for him to fade out of my life when I left him. But we’re never really ready to lose someone. We imagine our friends, our families immovable, invariable, immortal just so we don’t have to face that fact that someday, almost all of them will leave us.
Maybe sometimes they do come back. And yes, other times, we’re the ones doing the leaving. Sometimes, we might even go after them.
But mostly, we just start a new life without them. Because that’s what it really takes to get over losing someone.
You have to find a new reality that doesn’t involve that certain piece of your heart that just walked away.
Aesthetics I’m in love with :
Ever experienced missing someone you don’t know, yet your heart tells you something is missing kinda thing?
For I sometimes wonder, what could be my ‘one-true-pair’ doing now? Is he alive, breathing,fine, happy?
Or
I would sometimes ask the heaven, Is there even someone out there for me?
