Steady My Bones – Winterbourne
Oh! We are an adult now, past schooldays.
It’s about time we learn to be children again.
And Find Happiness in everything not seek one.
A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
Oh! We are an adult now, past schooldays.
It’s about time we learn to be children again.
And Find Happiness in everything not seek one.
‘Minimum’ is a noble richness.
‘Simplicity’ rather a more reflective beauty.
For more: http://www.theminimalists.com/minimalism/
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Insoluble, elephantine words in the face of sunless life.
One song which even today, heartily whispers of my congruent experiences in the course of walking through those heavy days, nights.
And, I vividly remember, she was my only thankworthy roommate.
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You do not understand, I am not my Facebook.
Not my Instagram account.
I am spontaneously free.
Hansel. A Pluviophile. Aesthete. A Touch and Go.
One Rolling stone heading for the north. Human. Damnable.
You would not understand, I am more than I am, than I am not to you.
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People are complicated.
Beautiful poems aren’t.
But You Wish.
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at least I am committed. Why?
Because my childhood is still the most beautiful thing to me.
Organic wit.
That School crush.
The smiles. Laughs.
Raw Heartbreaks.
Meaningless Fights.
Sports. Exams. Sleepless nights.
Those Friends and Letters.
Crazy. Sexy. All gracefully Stupid memories.
For The happiest life story of then.