Look at you comforting others with words you wish to hear.
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If words could kill , if words could make you live. If words could bleed , if words could heal. I am all poetry . I am all literature.
The time still ticks and takes, yet, still I remain with your untraceable trace . Somedays i will dare and recall your name . Today though I'd rather not dare and defy my own self.
There is no wish left in heart or perhaps there is no heart left. Rumi
The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly.
Because my love for you is greater than words , I have chosen to stay silent.
He in his madness prays for storms , and dreams that storm will bring him peace.
It's strange, i was less lonely when i didn't know you.
People, people endless noise. And i am so tired .And i would like to sleep under trees, red ones ,blue ones, swirling passionate ones.
What if i slept a little more and forgot about all of this nonsense.
Donot expect me to treat you gently each time. Permit me my bitterness sometimes , I too suffer so terribly that all I crave is complete silence, complete isolation from humanity.
"How can i begin anything new with all of yesterday in me". Beautiful Losers
Take all of my strength and call it yours, but please donot take my solitude.I lose myself in it ,that's my home.
Why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it .
From the outside ,you seem mature with a philosopher's mind. But inside you are just a child lost in sweet delusions.
You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do.This is your tragedy ...because you understand them and they do not understand you.
Donot be ashamed of the wars your soul has fought to save itself.
I sinned when i ignored the ache in my chest , calling it patience, calling it warning, calling it fate,anything but what it really was; love.
You still crave lemonade but the taste doesn't satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer but sometimes you mean summer , five years ago.
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
Do you know Nastenka what feels to have no one to whom one could say: "I am suffering?"
"Some people turn sad awfully young.No special reason but they seem to be born this way.They bruise easier,tire faster,cry quicker, remember longer and as i say , get sadder than anyone else in the world . I know for I am one of them". Ray Bradbury
Pain and suffering are almost inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.
We are afraid of letting people in for two reasons mainly, the damage they could do or the damage they could find.
The audacity of humans to walk away from things they wanted the most.
Some are born to enjoy delusions others are cursed to see the truth Frederick Nietzsche
Moonlight floods the whole sky. From horizon to horizon , how much I can fill your room depends on its windows . Rumi
When i turn to ashes ,all you'll smell is abandonment , helplessness, betrayal, and sacrifice .And perhaps then you'll wonder how a soul that carried so much sorrow still found so much love to give.
But the heart has its own memory and i have forgotten nothing
A child born in a burning household thinks the whole world is on fire but it's not.
How am i something 20 years old with a misery of 60 years.