A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
She,
She made my heart beat again; the language of love.
She made my life colorful again, jazzy and sassy.
He,
He kept holding my hand even when he knew I had nothing to give to him but my awful self.
He took all the pain away, fixed my broken life and gave me his, his whole lovely self.
He loved me even when he knew I had lost everything in life.
She loved him like no one else.
Comments closedwhenever should you close your eyes,
I shall be there.
Comments closedshe missed him all day long,
his voice, his body,
his cozy comfort,
his wild thoughts.
gracefully amiss,
she craves his whole self,
that one of a kind lukewarm soul,
that one in a million kind womb.
him,
this has been a ditto vise-versa.
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Life is more than the 24 hours long daily contract.
Please don’t BS around.
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what a beautiful mind we have,
that mix of salt and electrolytes,
the blood,
all those delicate electric signals — running end to end,
the warm, fresh bulk-a-flesh,
all,
have us collectively feel the altitude, the footing of highs and lows of our lives.
… even love, even your fucking sadness.
what a beautiful mind we have,
for holy-mother,
she owns, she drives our lives — that closest, the one and only proof of our real existence.
doesn’t she, miss, mister?
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only her faithful company,
despite, many, noises of the unmattered,
amid, the long enslaving solitude.
is my happiness.
is enough for me, this life.
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i say,
your life is acoustic,
mostly,
understandably, never a seasoned flavor for everyone to be.
so, it’s okay.
people will point fingers,
they will shit talk,
they’ll speak horrible things you wished you didn’t hear,
but then for as long as you know yourself, … and your place, it is okay.
moreover,
this pain thing might detonate any moment in your life,
hearts will be shredded,
tears will fall,
but hey, you carry on mighty human!
because, eventually, everything will be square and sunny,
so, it is okay.
after all this, i again say,
smilingly, painstakingly,
life is beautiful,
and life is quite full of shit.
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shut,
instagram scrolls, trolls, double taps,
facebook feeds, likes, comments, and shares,
viber, whatsapp’s notifications, yellow emojis,
everything.
yes, this is the 3rd millennium.
the 21st freaking century.
hope you live long, happy,
live free.
choose,
go.
un-machine and grind.
befall. break.
get up. go run.
heaven or hell, fill your lungs with beautiful words.
fall, fall in love.
and, every now and then,
seize the day. don’t hurry.
every now and then,
come home, dear.
have a life.
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Someone told me,
real people don’t take blame game,
real people won’t ever complain,
real people never judge,
real people don’t talk crap,
real people bend with time and context.
real people deal with heart,
yes, real people tell real shit from the heart,
shits that reaches the ❤
real people act, groom,
real — they learn, unlearn, relearn.
real people embrace the fact that they aren’t perfect,
they won’t fake,
they break,
they care,
feel,
they love.
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