The time of love, is like a dream when one sees a life story in just a few seconds. The time that cannot be measured… the time that is full of ecstasy……
What he feared most was that all this hiding had made it impossible for him to ever be found again.
This is the way we fall. First we lose our balance, teetering precariously on the edge of uncertainty, until, mercilessly, gravity takes over. You can’t outshine gravity.
I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colours, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.
Then there was like quiet and we were full of like hate, so smashed what was left to be smashed.
My smothered memories, now unfolding themselves into limbless monsters of pain.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.