We all live in a different dimensions when it comes to unrelated feelings.
After they come back from the main road, they take the Secondary road to me.
In the cave soul, silent screams transforms into crystals, that makes the place surrounded by sharpness and cold.
After opening all the drawers of your soul by the hand of the truth, Is there really something precious yet you want to hide!? in a world of cheapness.
How many “We,” we had said, but in the end it was always had been “me” from the start.
No more disappointments and justifies, loneliness is a enough price to pay of what remains of existence.
Gray i have become, far away from any sparkle colors as time in the end always goes to fading
It is said that when a person reaches the summit he will never accept the abyss after it, he will try hard to keep his place no matter what hardships he faces. the same with the feelings if you really felt the truth of it, you will never accept the change or replace it with anything else.
If we have felt the same feelings from the start, we wouldn’t have ending in different feelings.
Some live in dreams and have nightmares, others live in nightmares and have dreams.
Answering any questions about the future is not fair for the present self.
Instagram and Snaps become a favorite food for the doubts of one’s unstable feelings, no matter how clean your intentions are, there is no diet to lose weight of suspicions.
My heart is a cigarette, my thoughts are the smoke, and my words are the ashes of a broken meaning.
They said they found their selves in me, but how come if my self was already gone, which I thought in the past I was their mirror that reflected their souls!?, but in the end I found that I was just a shadow whose existence has no weight, only there for their shining souls to appear.
In wins and defeats, my spies of beauty had been killed and snatched away by the cruel reality, through distances, change, and coldness. I left alone trying only to hide, not to fight again. therefore I found my self in a black hole to avoid time.
The eternal end.
In this infinite ugly cold wars, I had been blessed and lucky to have my spies of beauty who helped me through this battlefields to won even though there aren't too many victories, but at least I felt beautiful and alive for seconds...
No matter how hard my feelings tried to fit in their changable hearts, so it to look like the same old us, but it always ended up unworn..
Through their whispers of eye glimpses, their silent words start to speak to my heart hearing what they try to keep it inside, not knowing that feelings can’t be fake no matter how much you cover it with makeup of lies...