It's been a long, long time I'm not sure if you remember me! However, the signs your eyes telling you do! .. but don't dare to stare!
Yet, I see anxiety as it may seem, more worse the last time! Surprised you didn't get any better! We've talked about it all! What's left to talk about! I tried to help over and over but you don't listen don't you We've talked about it all! What's left to talk about
You have it all in your hands Instead! You stood helpless and watched your end and still..
Once again you are holding the same thing over and over again. The same thing that kept you up until the dawn each night and left you sleepless. Shame! Looks heavy on you. You didn't get any better!
I cannot believe you are not trying! Instead you're making it feel more worse up to now! Your fears! Each time, you cannot step any further believing your past will reappear. You let those dark energies dig into your soul's doors and chains you with its powers.
You are trapped by the monster you made. The monster thay kept winning!
There were low level talks A boy and a girl in love affair In festivals and fairs together It was a talk of the town Matter reached the high commands There were high level talks Followed by a Memorandum of Understanding Boy and girl not to talk End their love affair Separate forever Honouring the decision There were low level talks Followed by a joint declaration " Had they known it before Love ends in misery They would have proclaimed far and wide On Facebook, Twitter, Instagram No one should Nourish Love"
Past one in the morning Talking about our dreams About how we wanted to go on a trip Midnight driving with the windows down Feeling the cold air hitting our skins Loud music blasting from the stereo Us enjoying our youth As we go to unfamiliar places Wandering and getting lost Forgetting our sorrows And experience never ending gaeity Looking up to the stars Wishing for this friendship to last forever Or maybe just a lifetime Cherishing the moments Before it turns into memories Memories that will tattoed on our souls The dreams we've talked about I badly want it to happen Us four, on a spectacular road trip Living our best lives.
For healthy heart Morning walks for 40 minutes Evening talks for 30 minutes Morning has no legs How it walks I wonder Evening has no tongue How it talks I wonder Where are their hearts I wonder Howsoever hard I think I don't understand It's all nonsensical Thinking differently Viewing things from different angles Make things difficult Try to be metaphorical Things may become beautiful Emulate the morning Emulate the evening To keep your heart healthy
i've heard you talking to the stars. do your scars heal with their light? do they feel, compassionate and kind, your sorrow, and understand your blue life?
i've talked to them once cold as iced ice, they wasted my time.
i like talking to the grass, the flowers instead. they aren't dead, immortal or fire-red. they aren't wise, they just empathise. the trees, the green sometimes talk back and i listen like a child; the rustling leaves, the broken twigs.
but you look up! bored of the ground, you need their coldness, their empty shiny eyes.
I killed the light so I could hear you talk about death within the life of journeys
How come, say, that this is the most real I've felt in weeks? As a ghost through the glass in the night mute and almost blinded by the light of the moon Unseen, unacknowledged and yet - and yet It's as if you looked at me for the first time Met my gaze and still decided to speak