The water splashing on the face of sun and the cloud turned brown. For a moment, our lives became black. Somewhere far, people were marching 'Black lives matter'. I was unapproachable to them and the TV showed they were looking for me. Not because they wanted to walk upon me but I am the motherland of words, on which they wanted to threw out their burning poetries. I wish I had cried with them.
It's been long since my land has frozen. Though the trees still stood strong as pillars but you find no swinging rope around its branches. The moment, time will sit on it, it will break into pieces. I wish I was holding the time.
Years and years are passed by and today I was panicking, what if I will fail. The fear of losing is old since human times. We fear to lose and we lose to fear, at the end. What is end? And when will it end? Failing is a tremendous beautiful experience, as everyone out there say, but on the contrary you lose the beauty of emotions while falling down, all you see is dead leaves. I wish I can be autumn.
There's beauty in enjoying someone's death under your footsteps, everytime you grow up.
I have a rabbit, his ears are so big, i think he can hear all my emotions. But they are constantly oscillating back and forth, quite similar to my emotions. And the gap between them counts for dead space, the exchange of air doesn't take place there but it's travelling like me breathing. People call it being alive. I never felt that. All i feel is adrenaline rush, which runs through my spine when love hits me.
Sometimes it really hits hard that tradegy borns out it like a baby, I like to caress. Making a wish to let it go like all other emotions or to carry it's burden all the way thinking it will go only, someday. At the end, it's the end of all things.
emotions yqbaba yourquote fail
