trying not to think of deprivation and death—are we even alive?
musings
serious problem
This has become my serious
problem, I suppose.
The more I dive into the world
and destroy my comfort zone,
The more the feeling
of being less significant eats
my entire body
I could not make
something perfect, or acceptable
I could not feel
proud about matters
I have accomplished
Because those are not
perfect—
and never will be.
I suppose, this is my serious
problem and I need
saving.
who needs lethal hopes
i no longer want to be on someone else’s dream
nor find my name in somebody’s love letter—
butterflies will soon die
flowers will wither
smiles will fade in a dark and dull instance
days will go by
like no one fell inlove or just fell
like no one was shattered and hurt at first
i no longer want to be loved
i no longer want to love
because all i need now, is saving
please
I sense the damned weight of the world on my shoulders. Let this night be the last that makes me feel insignificant.
random love
midnight and flowers
and stars and sunshine:
we all love randomly
until we lost in them
02:11p
I mean, are you still worthy of these earnest words from the world I have built out of the idea of you?
worst, prettiest idea
What’s worse than a river and a cloud that will never meet?
Us—
I’m the mountain, you’re the cloud;
so close yet so far,
pierced by the idea that you will never look down
because you admire the universe
above us.
preserved
they say that the images
you love will start
to fade once you stop
admiring them;
yet the sky is the witness—
i would never want
any (your) portrait
to lose color or grow faint
the dream
It’s not your face that I want to dream about tonight, it’s mine—with my happiest smile—that if you look beyond my eyes, in it you’ll see your reflection—you being my lovely world.
late night muse
with you—
late night talks and walks,
who wouldn’t want to be
enveloped by the dark sky
with the brightest person
you know in the universe?
