A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
It all happens in your heart.
magics. sins. love. hatred. music. rebellion. happiness. heartbreaks. the triumphs. failures. courage. fear. barbarity. kindness. desperation. dreams. the nights. the stars.
but no matter what fills you, no matter who molds you how — please take care of your soul, the only true kingdom of yours, my girl; the one, the known, infinite, delicate, barely holding, delirious universe… burning inside of you.
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These misunderstood peaceful turbulences.
These naked hideaways.
These trustworthy walls.
These wild symphonies.
These worth a billion friends.
These happy beginnings, these lucky to have — happy endings.
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Life hasn’t always been the blue and rainbows, kind and kingly and lovers true, trustworthy.
But I forced myself, forged on; catapult, propelled snapped from you all — them all.
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Even today, I wonder how much water does clouds hold and still make it to the sky.
Soar and fly.
Despite beautiful, merciless gravity, I wonder how long, how much time will it take, for them, to feel whole lighter, empty and move on, happily?
Heavy, with every beat of the heart, I wonder,.. because I have been raining myself.
Tears. Water.
It’s not perfectly disguised. But, no one sees it either.
I am like that wandering cloud apparently.
And I don’t know, and I want to know, when, until when, I’d make it.
It is raining cats and dogs outside. Tonight.
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Sometimes I feel like talking to someone…. anyone. About normal life stuff.
Sometimes I don’t want to feel alone at all.
Sometimes silence is not the peace you crave, dear.
But only solitude could have taught you what is… true friendship.
Comments closedIt is wrong. It is not okay to be okay:
When somebody takes you for granted, wrongs you for a speechless clown.
When they take on you, for your actions; which for the most parts were the consequences of unintended mistakes, the young crudeness.
When someone makes jokes on you; their depthless absurdity impregnating these trifling, trickling, and trembling sense of fears and doubts right through the depths of your heart.
When you are abandoned because they think — you no longer serve their purpose. Used. Abused. Chewed and Spitted, you wish, oh! don’t you wish someone shows up in these difficult times?
Someone who understands you in all conscience, someone who listens to you void judgments, someone who embraces you for who you are, someone who always turns up, and never, ever, ever let you feel tiny, and never, ever ever let you go.
I found one.
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Would you really wait to want to miss him all your life, only after having lost this rare one, once and for all?
Oh! Perhaps, you are most certain you never will.
And, yes it is possible.
But what if the other side of the coin is more like a life.
A Perfectly Ordinary One.
One to live for, the one to die for.
Would you really wait for spring, the spring that once came for you and now has passed gently, feebly, mistakenly.
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You are a wreckage pile like a long forgotten, abandoned spaceship,
sometimes an insoluble waste.
but if they value you for the way you are, if they had never let you feel any less than utterly significant,
and if they (h/she) still look at you with eyes, the same eyes you fell for,
and if they still fire up inside you, unresting feelings, the same feel of the free fall when you first found them,
it is beyond any doubts that they(h/she) are the one.
…effortlessly your only One.
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