Birds flying out of there nests, the sun unwrapping itself for the day some geniuses are being born and some are breathing there last. In the same chaos the fearful are sneaking into the world as if they can do a thing or two in it. Others fearfully in defeat escape it, they have lived it all not as they wanted but as fear mapped it out for them.
You have hidden long enough, isn’t time to spill yourself ? Maybe to showcase the little you think you have. It might be huge. It might catch you by surprise. It might conquer us all.
All the romance. All the dreams. All the love. we thought to give but never did, at some point fades away and we are left to settle with anything that works. In the end its only what we never wanted to become, to have, to reflect that we cheer with.
Mate, I am not writing or creating or arting any shit. Mate, I am screaming, like some have screamed while smiling, and others have screamed in circles of friends who never heard them.
Is it human to destroy hearts in the seek for love ? Why isn’t it immoral not to love as you are loved ?
The birth of Christ
the rebirth of our hope
the rebirth of our endurance
the rebirth of a peacefull world
if only
atleast we do as
He told us to do
A merry Christmas to all of us
Alive.
there is beauty in building up something, love in watching it grow, Satisfaction when it stands and experience when by fate it fails.
3:19 AM What’s around me is sleep. What’s within me are thoughts dancing on songs I hate to hear.
3:20 AM now And I’m done with this prose— or to put it right, I’m done with this observation.
The heart goes cold. The heart grows old. The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous. The heart loses it all in the end.