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solnishka
18/F "Never ever lose ourselves to the man who's sitting on a chair"
Is it possible to hope on hope to hold onto it like its the only thing that offers life to grab it like its an endless rope but then every tight grip feels painful little by little it wounds your hand and the grip becomes loose than ever and your heart bleeds because you knew this isn't how hope should feel hope was supposed to make everything feel better or make everything seem better at least but hope became the light at the end of a tunnel, only to see it was a train's headlights almost ready to run you over now is it possible to hope on hope even when hope becomes the first thing to hurt you what do you do if hope hurts you? what do you hold onto now? what do you do? will you still hope for a life?
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Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Hoping on hope
I simply cannot see the way I should go Or even if I should still go; Now that everything has finished, how do I start again? How do I pick myself up again? Humpty-dumpty, I'll pick myself up and then, Where? Where do I go now?
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
Humpty-Dumpty
The greatest artist I've known once said that blank canvases are more afraid of passionate painters who once and for all knew how to broke the spell of "you can't do that"— and i do agree. These canvases, these blank, white spaces will stare at you until you end up nothing but paralyzed and intimidated. You may be afraid, but you are an artist. Show those canvases what you can really do; splash any color if you have to because the truth is, those canvases are more afraid of you. They are more afraid of the artist who, once and for all dared to break that spell.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 8:18 AM UTC
Spell of a Canvas
I have learned how to stare into space for minutes. And while I'm staring, While I'm getting lost in my own little bubble, I repaint these walls, I rebuild this world we're living in, I imagine that we're all just a burst of different colors— trying and trying to blend with each other. And while I'm getting lost, I think that we'll all get found. Somehow. But I remember, It's all in my head. They are all in my head.
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
Thoughts of Madness