Little did they know her eyes were fixed on the forbidden route; on a small patch of land which was white and glistening against all the black around, where moonbeam danced with the rustling of leaves, where a part of her will was already resting, calling her to name that virgin land with her definition of destiny.
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DEATH
A person can die between the pages of a notebook and still keep breathing. This death is mercy. The existence is fired up. Smokes do not carry the traces of burnt words. The last moments are breathed out in a hiss as fire slowly devours the ink. There must have…
THIS BAFFLES ME
Somewhere out there, a couple is kissing for the first time while they slide wedding rings into their entwined fingers; where love is making itself known with warmth and sadness alike; where knowledge flies out of dry books and finds its way into the ways of men; where they believe that Utopia is possible.
CIGARETTE BURNS
Originally posted on Blogger on Nov 22, 2015
DANCE
There will always be times to feel like a hot air balloon, free like a bird, the sky seeming too close, the stars too few and the time in your life as just not enough. We are too busy chasing happiness that when we find it we want to put…