chest pains aren’t fun at all. I mustn’t dive backwards
Tag: sad
meet them.
If there’s a hole in your heart, go to the one who opened it. Meet them.
nihilism
Smoking is borderline nihilism.
Apologies
To fathom what cannot be undone is to learn from one’s shortcomings.
rest
What is the point of rest?
Slumber
Sleep is the indulgence in temporary escapism.
christ
Have I lost feeling? Am I going mad?
avoid by all means.
Deter yourself from becoming a slave to an idea.
poignant love.
Love has taught me that it’d be wrong to try an open a door I’ve lost the key to.
first world
To be born in a first-world country is a privilege in itself.
brief fun
The forgetfulness that ensues amidst fun is a curse in itself. The emotional toll it takes is immensely difficult to pull out of.
Saddening
In trying to recall a distant memory, I often bring myself to tears. What kind of masochism have I indulged in.
adulting
We’re all just much older kids.
el dorado
Bliss with a little bit of chaos amidst love. Caressed with sunburnt ignorance under the guise of romance. Left with wounds that fail to close.
your song
Your song, which I can only imagine would sound like an open flowerbed in the dusk of summer. The kind you’d often find yourself frolicking in where the air is clean and the petals stretch multiple miles, far outside the reach of vision.
Your song sounds what a tropical forest smells and some odd way taste like, with all its fruit and rainwater bliss. The kind that is rich and flavorful. Wildlife and all.
Your song, to me, is what I’d often catch myself playing on repeat to the end of all my days; a wonderful tune.
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