'They say we are mortal,
We live, not long.
We are carbon and proteins,
which get denatured after
a certain period of time,
and then we die.' She still thought life was eternal,
She will live with him for an infinity.
An infinity, with a lot of kisses,
uncountable hugs, enough sex
and food of course!
An infinity comparatively small
yet too long to live. 'I keep on thinking about her story
And believe it's a romantic one.' A boy was in love with her.
"Her smile can kill and
A whole universe is gilded inside
her eyes."(he used to say.)
The girl,well she,
She was in love too. 'This part of her story is a bit unclear,
it makes me think more.' The boy, he dies.
goes down to hell,
to rescue him.
She tracks him down,
the devil's gonna let him
go with her only on one
condition.She has to walk away first
Without looking back at him.
A glimpse and she will lose him.
She never turned back,
she kept on moving (reminiscing the old time)
until she reached the boy again.
but this time she was lifeless too. 'she spent her eternity with him,
A part of it went hugging him,
Another part thinking of him.
Then her life ended & with it
ended her small infinity.' This conclusion I made, you Think about yours!
and when you figure out a better one,
New names and faces and places and words to remember
My mind is so filled with
That my old life
Sounds to me now
I once read about in a book
Buried deep in romanticised fiction
Millions of miles from reality.
My friends names
with a smile
Like characters I had once imagined
And with time and turned pages
Had forgotten for a while.
Этот завтрак я назвал «Рог изобилия». Если присмотреться к городу, то можно заметить, что символ изобилия присутствует в лепнине в огромном количестве. Им украшают фасады дворцов и доходных домов, колонн и мостов, оград и парадных. Пусть у всех моих друзей, начиная с этого утра и далее всегда, всего самого нужного будет в достаточном количестве. Достаточность и есть та самая гармония за которой мы все бежим и о которой имеем самые скромные представления. Доброго всем утра, вкусного завтрака, яркого солнца и радости неомрачаемой грустью (для этого будет осень).
real talk * photography by me
I dont know whether it was jealousy
that thousands of people knew me as a common singer at school,
whatever it was,
Being popular always comes with lot of haters and guess what
Even your own closest friends
either might get inspired or if they cant even try to be like you,
They wil eventually get envy and try every single way to know your silliness,
so whenever you date someone new they make sure they make fun of you Infront of them,
and Tease you about your silliness
so that they can let you down,
also They might never ever uplift you to do better, because again they are selfish, they envy you.
Thats why its hard to trust
because everytime you trust anyone,
they envy you.
They cannot help you ever out of genuineness, and the moment you stop talking to them,
The moment you stop giving them attention, You're no more their friends.?
Guess what ? that friend who knows your ex , the moment you stop talkimg to them they will talk sh*t about you to them, can be the kind of friend who can tomorrow ruin your marriage, by telling him or her about your previous ex.
Well after all i would say, I think if the person thinks that you can never have a previous relationship before them, then thats b.s .Everyone date wrong kind of people in their life time
and if they cant accept you as you are, then everything happens for good. Just remember that.
They are not meant for you ☺
if they cannot accept you as you are.
World is weird. Double standards for women.
Oh well theres lot of jealous friends.
thats how i think.
I'm your clay
What deformity will you make today
Slap me into a patty cake
There's no mistakes
Just corrupted fun
I can be your puppet
I can recreate the things you hold dear
I can morph into a dream
Unlike any in isolation
Use your imagination
And I will make it so
Take your time
I will make it slow
Your hourglass will swim with the sands