28 Thursday Aug 2014
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How about you give up the fight today, how about you lay still on the floor and breathe heavy, how about you start thinking of praying, how about you stop cursing and hoping.
Life that I knew of has long gone, the stress and un-satisfaction crosses the brim, and my mind gobbles at the very existence of my soul.
Is there a neutral life? Is there an everlasting hope? Succumbed into the turmoil of colliding thoughts, I cross the hurdle of hoping hopelessly only to burn out.
Magic all around
and everything else...
Where The Eagles Fly . . . . Art Science Poetry Music & Ideas
Wise. Witchy. Wonderful.
Rhymes and Reasons
Aspire To Inspire
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
An Empyrean Cycle
Shortness of Breadth
Beauty and lifestyle...
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."- Jonathan Safran Foer. || teacher,student, loves travelling and perhaps baking a cake.||
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Vox clamantis in deserto
NO RULES FOR THIS GAME
Plain paper 