If you feel like you've been going through hell, if you feel you've thrown all your coins into the bottom of the wishing well, if you feel like you want to scream and yell, I want you to know it's okay to let yourself break. Because there's only so much people can take. And when you make a mistake, just know it will be okay. Because tomorrow's another day.
i had a fantasy of loving someone to death i'd love their soul, their deepest, darkest secrets and fears, i'd give up my heart for them they'd love me back by some twist of fate, and we would live happily ever after
but then why is it that by the time i learn of my love, it is entirely irrelevant? they've moved on, and i'm stuck between chapters eventually i'll have to start the next
and why can't that next chapter be with you?
is it so wrong to try to love someone? is it a sin to accept love without reciprocating it?
'what if you hurt yourself? what if you hurt them?' well then so be it, what is a life without suffering? if i am a sinner for accepting happiness into my life without bashing myself for it, then i guess i'll burn in hell
i'd rather be in heaven with you for a slice of my life than burden myself with the obligation of fulfilling a fairytale
The ocean has a variety of conspiracies of being in its mystical state — even creatures there knows how the world evolves in being in aggressive selfishness, these people were still uncertain if it's five or seven oceans that we have, everything is a metaphor — all that we have can be fictional. But, how do we determine if it's rather the reality and not just a conspiracy of thoughts put in science?
There are a variety of creatures and beings found scattered all over the earth, there were lullabies discovered in the means of this present time. Everyone is entering a phase where reality turns fictional and the fictional happens more in reality.
But, despite all the conspiracies made by the geniuses, nothing can top the intelligence of the universe uniquely creating the earth filled with people — different faces, different integrity, different minds logical and artistic.
Among the other things, the ocean has a variety of conspiracies of being in its mystical state — even the minds can't perceive how it is actually closer in the pit of hell — but, one single lullaby can turn conspiracy into the music of taste.
A single lullaby from Her can turn conspiracy into a song and the oceans deep can be discovered.