🌸 "You Keep Forgiving Someone Until You Unlove Them"🌸

As a generation I think we should simply eliminate the prestige behind dark academia. I am broke. You’re broke. We are art majors. So, we should introduce Dark academia 2! (with less money then ever!)

°°If you love someone

Must you know, and thus train yourself

how to live without them

simultaneously,

while willing to be together forever.

•Isn't it kinda concerning,

how people are unobothered about the things they don't know, and they're also unbothered for their unbotherence of such lack of interest and knowledge in specifically nowhere, atleast if not everywhere in shallow manner.

•Isn't it kinda concerning ,

how we define beauty in terms of certain standards, and it doesn't take us any seconds to label anybody, based on "doe eyes, fair tone", whereas we don't know where does real beauty lie? Does it exist only in mere taglines, or in the strength of it?

In the toils of everyday, through the dusted highways and polluted smogs that burns our eye, somebody still glows in her light tainted lip balm or undone hair.

•Isn't it kinda concerning,

Declaring ourselves as one of the finest animals, prooving our worth, unlike a bug or a mere animal who is not aware of its position,

we, as greatest of all, are entirely aware of our existence, how big, yet how small we are, How we are placed in time, we know it all.

but when it comes to our own means, it doesn't take us much to drag ourselves down to the creatures we claim, to be above than, yes, such mere bugs or animals.

It's such a tragic concern, to be failed as humans, even after our eight billion years of climbing up a ladder, only to bring us down.

Running:

I wanna run with you, cutting through dense mushy canopies of leaves and forests, beating the fear of legends, dancing with the wolves, or through the cold ancient corridors of an abandoned castle, leaving the rebellion secrets whispered from the rusted balconies to our ear, behind us. Maybe on the other side of the world, a wonderland paradise 'lost', through the breezy cornfields through the childhood we left behind, anywhere far far away. I never want to stop running with you, let us beat the pace of time for we will go beyond and beyond whatever is seen, the universe, the moon, nebulas, clusters and oort clouds, through the dark matters, never here.

🌸 You're not in the track, when you think you clinging with me will make you something more than my acquaintances. Where I don't grow, where I don't flourish, where there is lack of personality and intellect, I leave. I won't hurt you with the truth, I won't shut the door over you without giving you a peek about me and forgetting that you like me in the first place. I love, I pay back, but I'll pursue gestures that will show you instances of where we're not togather and your self respect still remains. I may avoid you, normalize you from something special, and you won't realize where the bondings are going loose. Eventually it will hurt you less, because I'll make you forget me.🌸

Afterlife:~

As the blinking lights turned pale,

And pulse rate slowly failed

to evoke a wave of life,

Her eyelids, remained open under the light;

Her lips, breathed its last,

With her skin and blue veins, fading lifeless, fast.

Her last she could see, her last she could hear,

Great darkness engulfing her,

Her family screaming in tears.

A heavenly peace, taking over her terrestrial body,

Her pain melt away, shes now a dead old lady.

A beam of light, from somewhere afar,

Taking her soul away, glowing brighter and brighter.

She approached close, and the light showed her,

A life she had received,never lived so far.

Before her she sees a child,

Screaming in tears,

"None but her!", hardly she exclaims in joy,

Her heart dropped, looking at the broken toy,

Her favourite one, she held it so dearly,

No toy could surpass, the broken doll's beauty.

Again, being taken aback by the light,

She faces a thirteen year old,

With eyes glowing bright.

She was amazed by her new nose piercing,

She forgot how she scarred herself, silently bleeding.

Soon she was placed before her adult self,

She met a lady in thirtie's,

Disappointed she felt,

As she was too obssesed with a perfect marriage,

She missed her daughter's first walk,at a tender age.

Shifting back, at that deep darknees again,

She sees a mirror, and a wretched reflection starring,

She meets an old lady, filled with regrets,

Regrets of never living a life, that

she was gifted.

All her life she spent on perfections,

Crying over things, out of her

ambitions.

Chasing the unreachable, she never lived the life,

Her mind was clouded with

"If"s and "why"s.

Old lady at reflection,laments her biggest regret,

The unrelished life of discontent, slowly faded.

《¤》●This is it, whatever it is that's hard for you to let go, your missed opportunities, people you had to let go of when you were in love, toxicities, your failures, things that killed you, it all starts and ends here. Nothing matters as our cycle of humanity is locked inside terrestrially and there are things far beyond the galaxies, lightyears and our sight. Clusters of stars miles and miles away from this Earth, where you die with your heartaches.

● What you gained or missed, nothing matters. You end here where you started from, but there are things far beyond this place, too massive for us that we're merely existent, too dark to be explained, bodies of questions where nothing about us matters.

● For a moth born in a jar, the roof of the jar is everything it knows and fears to cross, and an illusion of truth. 《¤》●

Why I Don’t Smile At Everyone

Smiles are so intimate to me. And that’s why I don’t just easily give them to anyone. When you offer it to everyone, it attracts tolerance towards the wrong people. Avoid it at all costs so they won’t invade your sacred space and very being. And so, that is why I reserve it for those who truly deserve it — and then the smile becomes more genuine and meaningful. 

- Lady Macabre Beth

☆☆ It certainly makes me nostalgic,when I know how young I was when I realized it's not easy living here, and I transcended from living to surviving.

It certainly makes me unhappy, the person I see when I look to the mirror. She disappoints me more than people.

It certainly makes me brutal, how it's me, who knows every weakness about myself, yet turns them against me. Instead of delicate consolidations it burns me, with my flaws. ☆☆

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