living in a way to
avoiding the word failure
in your epitaph,
for a foreseeable reward in heaven,
is like walking on eggshells
without ever breaking out of your own shell.

does he love my body
because he loves me

or does he love me
because he loves my body?



is this ***

or is this love?



is there even a difference?

History repeats.
Someday you will come to know.
Life is not always about keep moving, it is more about where to pause, where to jump and where to stop. It is more about feel the ground everytime you step the foot. It is not always about looking forward, It is more about looking back and adore what you learned from the bygone time. It is more about understanding of pivotal swift to stay in the track. It is more about silence than the nonsense talk with phantom hope for a temporary calm. It is not just about 5 days of colorful lights, it is more about the constant light that remains. It is more about choices, not how many times you breathe, it's always about how consciously you breathe.
Sometimes It may be more about being anonymous. Cast away everything that defines you, strip the identity and get lost in time, as the end purpose of hide and seek is to fine. Find your being.
Else history repeats.
Someday you will come to know something more.
Unsaid, unheard and unseen from revolution within.
If one mixed
Gold with bronze
Neither it is gold
Not pure bronze
That simple
Yet it opens to
The many answers
Nothing to say.............

In hopes I spend my life
Abiding by the being-good vibe

They say give & don't expect
How can i do that when there's no respect

It pains to not be cared about
hey, nothing to cry for, no doubt

right?

They say don't love, be loved
because this is a tear that can't be cured

just shout, don't moan
but then again
I am afraid to be alone

Where are my thoughts
Have they bid me goodbye
why can't I deny
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