twas someonce in an ancient days when true temporal haze i gazed seein the fall of humankindness, i says, once-and-for-all, once-and- for all time be encyclical past's passed only in the presence of a future samefold be as was / same old / isas will be foreshadows cast by history fall upon the daze of destiny fate is read not in lines not written but in those allread-composed pre-viciously
The sheer lack of lustre in life nothing outside windows, to keep my eyes on it is a wholesome feeling, I haven't seen much lately, time has been frozen I'd piece nothing of my past, no memories to live last There is bleakness in the road ahead too, The wheels of life are in mud I have skipped time in many folds, dug deeper, found no gold.
Why do we exist to merely die in the end? What is the point in simply changing our way's of communication? Why must we feel pain before we can feel whole? There are no answers to these and yet, We all have our answers to each question. Each answer either being chosen for us by written scripture of the past, Or by our own past experiences, But one thing is for certain, The only answers that we can get to these questions, Are from our own past's. The past does influence our future, Yet our future is what alters our past, It blinds us into thinking that we were someone we were not, It binds us to think we have changed, When in reality, The truth to all of this, Is that it doesn't matter.
No regrets No malice Your beauty lies In your heart Future Passes into past Through present Past permanent Rest transitory Keep the past In your mind No regrets No malice In your heart And be beautiful!
Past is important. Don't forget it. Your past remains birth after birth. Keep it as lessons in your mind. Let you not enter regrets and malice in your heart.
roaming the streets up late at night, we kept walking even if its dark. just followed what feels right, even if we didn't know where to go.
i remember we're laughing romanticizing the years, falling in love and getting drunk, now im 18 and im terrified.
uncertain about the future as we long for summer to come back spent our time distracting ourselves because we can't be kids again
Even if I have months before turning 18, I have this realization of how turning 18 is a sort of ritual. Where we are stuck in the middle of a transition from being a kid to an adult. This is also the time where responsibilities pile up, where I just wish I was a kid again.
Love long lost, it feels like years Of foolish lockdown by festering fears The door was locked, no lockpick in sight And doors do not fall for the pleading of night The wreckage was full of white whaling ghosts Lifeless enemies who love a good boast Meek mask of a man tied on a short leash Madly whispering "nechoď ke mně blíž" what once was lost hardly ever comes back No matter how hard the great God gets begged It's better to set this whole scene alfame fast And watch reborn phoenix not burdened with past