a creative impulse.
a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something.
a direct, simple, passionate and true way
the urge to show the beauty in things to others.
"... ...which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
o waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost!
remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. where? when?
o lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again."
Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel
sanity
if we aren't crazy,
we'd go insane.
full moon
the full moon is out;
it's casting its light on us.
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there's nothing under piles of negativity and fears, no dreams nor goals.
love is overrated.
dreams are overrated
exhibitionist
we all possess an exhibitionist tendency; professional or amateur.
muddy mud pool
soaking in the muddy mud pool
under the bloody blood sky.
sucking lollipop, stimulating saliva and boosting blood sugar level.
13 June 2017
pouring out my bitterness
turning them into botanical works of art.
“two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.”
Milan Kundera
peeping tom
don't we all love to pry into how others live and often catch ourselves staring through a neighbour’s window?
he didn't love her enough to be with her. but she loves him like no one else ever has before and this is what is most important at the end of the day.
it's raining.
you said you love rain, but you are walking under an umbrella with your head down.
everyone is an island.