Walking down the lane you realise there are certain people who will never stay with you, you learn that not all the people you meet can be with you forever, you experience the most darkest moments but make sure you learn.
Sometimes you will doubt yourself and thats when you will know that you stand out. Dont ever let your inner goddess fall prey at the hands of other people’s desire to curb you down.
Your life is short, make it worth a shot! We cannot experience it all learn from others experiences. Make mistakes but make them your stepping stones.
There will be times when all you want is a closed room where you can cry to hearts content. Allow youself that pleasure. You’ve earned it, its you who’s dealing with the shit from some asshole.
I get to die my death, so i will eventually live my life.
The people you trusted the most will fail to step in your shoes and will judge you. At some point in life the cocoon of affection, love and warmth will break and we will be exposed to the ugly fantasy of god. Be ready to be judged, exploited, and torn apart, and because you are the picasso of your life don’t get trapped by any bait being offered.
You will stand alone throughout. Your journey will be tiresome and you will feel like giving up but stand up, suit up and fuck the bloody world!
How beautiful it would get if what goes in my mind actually happened in my life. How easy would it get if what i wished for turned out to be one nice piece of cake with a cherry on top of course.
every time i blind myself to escape the reality i actually get a brighter view. a view so mesmerizing, full of colors and the golden dust i have been wishing for. i see my lust for beauty quenching. i see myself melting in the arms of the silver moonshine. i see loosing myself in the waves of charm.
the feeling though is not the same. every time i blind myself to escape the reality it refuses to leave my skin. the view i see is completely different from the view i show. a view so disturbing, full of burnt black roses. the spine chilling drop of sweat none could ever imagine. shivering hands with goosebumps all over. though i am amidst the beauty with my blinded eyes, the spectators fail to understand the pleasure i derive within my escape.
my bed is the cliff i view the colors from. my sheets become the golden dust i craved for. my bed cover is the moonshine im engulfed in. i clinch the golden dust with both my hands. the moonshine is engulfing me its charm.
but you are perplexed at my behavioral display, failing to gulp down the fact that my escape is a pleasure. all you see is pain and suffering.
but im drowning in the ecstasy my escape has to offer and perhaps that’s the jerk you felt, and dragged me back to reality, which i succeeded to escape…… Almost.