Have You Ever Heard The Noise Of Silence?

We were unknown, but we were familiar

With each other,

Since some other life.

Otherworldly ladiess t.t 🖤💖

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🍀We can't keep expecting anyone else, to fill up a void created by someone else, in our heart. We can't replace other people to numb our own pain. We don't possess the right to pass on our pain to others.

People who were there, had sculptured themselves, curved and crafted their unique shapes in our hearts. Now, when the sculptures are gone, it leaves nothing but those crafted scars behind. We can't force any other artpiece into the box of a specifically crafted void.

Instead, why don't we try to find our buried selves into the crafted scars? Why don't we breathe through the voids created by them? When theres nothing left to save, let us relish the freedom.🍀

💮Never have I tried to rewatch my past to narrate myself. I know it's a mess, it's random, but I can feel it something beautiful. Everything fall in place just like a story. Sometimes I welcome the circumstances which fall in place. I watch, suffer, break, but never intend to mess with the sequence. The mishappenings seems beautiful in a chaotic way, and perfectly put. I think, 'Won't be a nice storyline to narrate?'💮

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🍁 Acceptance isn't forceful. It's the complete admiration of who you are, and the strong will to posses nothing else other than exactly what you have.

One such controversial yet selfish lookout of mine about life is, if it reaches its fullest potential or completion, through the involvement of others. Is it going to be incomplete, if we refuse to live for others? Is it going to be devoid of such potential, if we live for and validate ourselves, taking up things to understand and make ourselves joyful in a neutrally harmless manner, opposing the nature's law of, nourishing the upcoming. I claim my life revolvs around me, and me only. It is prooved so, I was born alone, and I'll die such. My life, will not end with the death of near ones, the ticking of my life will end with my death, my life is mine only, and it will not go in vain if i fail to be involved with others as much as I'm involved with myself I believe.

Losing lovable people who were worth living for, might bring misery, but life goes on.

Life goes on, certain people kill themselves if their loved ones die. Might be because, the idea of 'life goes on' without their loved ones, is the one that burns and stings inside the most. Its not only the absence of their loved ones that hurt, but the horrifying idea of their life "just going on" without their person. It's because their life, a keen parasite will choose to end with them. Neither before, nor after.

Don't you know jealousy, is a kind of pain? A pain, of not being enough?

Sometimes, it's a potential to heal when we see some people, at the end of the day, has taken out some time for themselves, after being there for everyone and everything, they repair, rearrange and heal some old scratches. They aren't usually the rotten hearts among us. It's an inspiration itself to see the self care, the intensity of the love for themselves and the way they keep coming back to home to themselves even after flowing through earthly lives. Isn't it an ambition enough of not to lose yourself even when you're camouflaging amidst the crowds?

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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

This song brushing away my boredom with a sudden gust of heartache..🖤💫🖤

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

Yelling at the sky, screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I'm still your girl

I scream into the void as I long for your embrace, surrounding me is the reality I no longer want to be a part of, if it isn't with you. Why did you leave me? I still have your name carved on my heart, a name which even a million tides cannot wash away.

Holding on too tight, head up in the clouds. Heaven only knows, where you are now

I'm showing up everyday, I'm here even when I'm not. I'm here, even though I wanna leave. I wonder as I gaze out from the window, where you are and if your soul is at peace, even though I'm here scattered in pieces. Still hoping like an idiot that you'll find your way back home.

How do I love, how do I love again? How do I trust, how do I trust again?

How will I ever love someone as deep as I loved you? How will I ever trust someone as strongly as I trusted you? These questions haunt me at night as I hold your sweater close to my haart, for I cannot let the essence of you escape into the labyrinth like you did.

I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most. I put the record on, wait 'til I hear our song. Every night I'm dancing with your ghost, every night I'm dancing with your ghost.

My nights are filled with music from the mix tapes you made me, and swaying in the darkness with a little light from the fairy lights you gave me. It's hard to let go of someone so special, when they've made their home in your heart.

Never got the chance, to say a last goodbye. I gotta move on, but it hurts to try.

I never even got a chance to tell you all about how you saved me from myself, and how you made me want to live all my dreams with you. I never thought our goodbye would have to be so soon. I know I have to let go, but it hurts so bad to not hold onto you anymore, I had gotten so used to you, it aches me to think about how I won't wake up to your sleepy morning voice and your bedhead anymore.

How do I love, how do I love again? How do I trust, how do I trust again?

How will I ever live on, and let this be just another chapter in my story, when it feels like my story ended with you? How will I ever feel whole again, for you also took pieces of me when you left? How will I ever read the same books, listen to the same songs and walk the same roads, just all alone this time?

I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most. I put the record on, wait 'til I hear our song. Every night I'm dancing with your ghost, every night I'm dancing with your ghost.

It breaks me, it hurts and it irks my insides. So I don't think about it anymore. I just put on the tunes of tomorrow and dance with my pretty past that is you. I'm torn between my todays, tomorrows and forevers. So I dance, I dance till it all blurs into one line, and I dance till I levitate and fly closer to you into heaven.