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How long?These nights are meant / to be spent sitting on a balcony / overlooking the city and
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Oct 25, 2017
I will remember youYou wont find me / When the day breaks apart into pieces and / When the sea turned to the darkest of the blue
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Oct 25, 2017
Why is that so?Unwittingly, / we all just wanted to be loved. / From our births
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Aug 22, 2017
Silence understandsSeldom will you ever find a friend who will sit with you in your silence, one who may or may not understand but still- he or she, will sit with you in your silence. / As if the world has sum itself up into a second of a minute where all being has forgotten what it means to speak; as if all that every one knows is to listen / To the silence.
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Aug 22, 2017
AlmostAlmost. Almost there, but never quite reaching the destination. Almost alive, but never truly existing. Almost here, but an inch too far. / Too much. Too alive that he missed the part that says- part of living is dying, half of happiness is misery. / There is no such thing as "top" without a dip to dive in somewhere around it.
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May 29, 2017
Stars gazingI look at the dark sky, / tonight, / convinced,
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May 21, 2017
But, find yourselfOf all the things you want to discover in this lifetime, dont forget to include yourself. Find yourself and once you do, introduce him to all of your doubts, to all the person you thought you were, to all of the world. Find yourself, so well, that when death comes rushing through your door, it shall wonder why even in your deathbed you are more incredibly alive and radically whole than the day you were born.
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May 18, 2017
First LoveThat our first love / will always be / our earliest
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Apr 17, 2017
On SadnessBusy people rarely ever feel sad. Why? Because sadness requires a certain depth of epiphany, a subtle but constant blow in the gut. You can never find sadness lurking in the corners of a busy office or in a library full of curious young minds. / Sadness, I think, is when the world has momentarily left its orbit to embark on a dim lit path. It is there when the day is over and the lights are out and you are left sitting in the dark feeling every bit of human. It is when you'd rather stay in for the rest of the night- and day, as well -because frankly, you have forgotten the difference.
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Apr 14, 2017
To our loved ones who have left usSome days I am sure you make the sky a little bluer. / Some days I know you are part of the rain. / Some days I am convinced that if the sun will shine a little bit more, I will feel your warmth all over my bones.
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Apr 9, 2017
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