🌸Youth Fades Fast, Breaking Me More Than Anything Else When I Realize It Passed Before I Could Feel

🍁It would be hard for me~

It would be hard for me act indifferent while I'm suspicious and sometimes right, all those pair of eyes in this open world are swallowing me whole while I do nothing but walk alone, beside the stand. It would be hard to breathe while I'm having that ache inside my chest out of anxiety when I listen about others and imagine, how horrible the judgment might be while talking behind someones back.

It would be hard to wake up early in the morning while only 24hrs seem like a huge unknown ocean of "what ifs" and "would happen". It would be hard for me to be lonely with this "bitter" version of myself. It would be hard, nearly impossible for me for not to care what others opine, for I used to grow up amidst compliments and I've learned "how people see us define ourselves ". It would be hard to walk with blacked out visions and endless palpitition almost through my ribs.

It would be hard to see myself being hard on this submissive entity, recklessly pushing herself off the cliff while maintaining that obsessive urge to be "perfect". I choose to be ordinary, I fear I might be inherently "weird" and I'll, along with all the people will judge myself for that.🍁

Otherworldly ladiess t.t 🖤💖

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RANDOM RANTS:

Every woman I see outside, on road, on public transport, availing metro, simply walking are so gorgeous, all of them are extremely pretty, yes ALL of them. I can't stop staring like, Miss/Madam/Queen/Femme Fatale let me worship you, every literally each of them with pretty eyes, beautiful curls, perfect nails, perfect kajal, even their dark circles make them look prettier, considering how strong it makes them look. No matter whoever it is, how stranger they are, I'll still can't help but admire (respectfully, ofc) atleast any one feature. I wish men could see women the way women see other women.

Truth hurts---

So does healing.

💮"You are killing me, and you are keeping me from dying. That's love"💮

- | Mahmoud Darwish |

♠ You don't deserve something for what you'll pity yourself later on.

Something that kills artists:

🌸 Some people will demand the best of you since you begin, forgetting the passion and effort and the stage you're at. The misunderstanding, the rigid definition of "perfect" and "talent" that leaves no place for efforts, kill them. 🌸

PS: keep going! Efforts matter.💫

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🍁 Is it even quite possible for a human being, to completely stop living in the present? It's always been the future I'm programming inside myself, more like always living in the future.🍁

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🌸 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.🌸

We were unknown, but we were familiar

With each other,

Since some other life.

《¤》●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. 《¤》●