Back In Black – AC/DC
A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
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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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.
You are nowhere near me.
But my heart finds you somehow.
SAVE YOURSELF!
Comments closedIf anything cataclysmic should happen in your life. You should not TRY to forget!
Kiss ignorance.
You can pretend to not hark a bit.
Put a brave mask and say it, the thing of the past.
Or you would rather try and convince yourself by dint of wreathed words, someone like yourself flung to convince themselves.
Tired you will be, darn dog-tired you will get, of running away from your OWN stories.
Truth is, no matter how far you would have sailed off — these memories will latch you off guard. These pages of yours will once again cut you open as they did then, but only should you TRY to desperately erase them.
Despite, shouldn’t we embrace them with compassion and kindness?
Aren’t you beautiful today because of them?
Just Perspective.
“What has been seen cannot be unseen, what has been learned cannot be unknown. You cannot change the past, but you can learn from it. You can grow from it. You can be made stronger. You can use that strength to change your life, to change your future.” – C.A. Woolf
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Spring arrived today.
With hopes to restore the long dead.
With promises to stitch long neglected wounds.
With prayers and words to empower the weak.
With creativity and clarity to crystal long blurred lines.
‘Nowruz’ is here.
March 20 is here.
Comments closedI have been through hell, many times.
I have met witches.
I have touched dementors.
I’ve fought worst battles, wars of an isolated, cold universe.
Shallow, limited, disgusting, beauty in disguise, they taught me one simple fact.
‘Life minus bullshits’ is your dagger —
‘Only what matters’ your Expecto Patronum.
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