Green Light – Lorde
Dear You,
Thank you for our small forever.
Thank you for your short-lived play — our bantam secrets.
Thank you for truths and the lies.
Thanks but no thanks.
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A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
Dear You,
Thank you for our small forever.
Thank you for your short-lived play — our bantam secrets.
Thank you for truths and the lies.
Thanks but no thanks.
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What if, only you alone have been taking the weight of mountains on your chest and he feels nothing of you, not a feather on his shoulder.
What if, only you are shedding tears as soundless volcanoes erupts inside you,
and no one can hear it but only you,
and larva of memories he fed spills over,
and burns you slowly,
and kills your soul in cold blood,
while he walks free, costless, bragging about his fantastic life, his disgusting triumph on you over cheap wines and beers and puffs of cigarette.
What if, he’s a barbaric dictator who’ve murdered many hearts like yours
but this world at rest easily forgets,
and the world stills rotate, revolve with the same momentum,
and your voice like theirs sinks unheard, never cared to be found.
So, just remember —
Your precious life is better off without these chumps and leeches.
So, just remember —
Only Care to expend, splurge on lives that really matter.
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Her: What does love mean to you?
Him: Love means everything to me — from why I like to wake up in the morning, to why I have dreams for the future, to why I want to see all the tomorrows’ I get.
Love is breathtaking over the top feeling, a beautiful road trip amountless…
Love is why we live in the first place, don’t we?
Love is the marriage of the two souls, an intersecting rivulet in
between the two best friends’ head and heart. And yes, Love gives you the freedom to be children once again on your grown up skin and bones.
And from what I have learned from my parents,
Love is an institution that teaches you the true act of selflessness, it pushes you to truly help one another, be there for the other. Love inspires you to love yourself more and the others too.
Love has no physical existence but it is there,
it is here just like the TIME,
it is here just like the AIR.
“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
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All you will be left with, all you’ll leave.
All you will ever have right beside you, deep inside you.
All you can ever cherish throughout your stay; truthfully pass every bit with smiles and tears and grace, ever so gently, ever so generously right from the heart.
They are your memories.
So, Hey!
Do what you daringly, deeply, diligently feel like doing this moment, this time around. Blow away ifs and buts.
Allow memories — create, draw, write pieces of your one grand story with tiny tiny stories.
Let memories find their cozy room in your life.
Enjoy the sun, dance with the stars.
Good Memories or Bad, I promise they worth their weight in diamonds and golds.
Sometimes I feel like, “Hey, why not make life simple.
Eat healthily, Work hard, Exercise, Love, Practice Kindness, Have fun, Smile, Laugh, Listen to Good music, Make good friends, Sleep a lot, Read. Write.”
Comments closedThe story we live.
Stories we leave behind.
Possibilities!
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My life, gracefully delicate.
Cold and warm, rainbow and rain stewed.
Wherein tears spoke straight from the heart; opened, fixed and banded my battered soul.
And smiles and laughter had me lease wings, the horizon to flutter. Fly.
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