Noise once said "Maybe I was just meant to be quiet". -
Noise once said "Maybe I was just meant to be quiet".
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Blades, we cut open each other little by little, staring at the view, patching those holes within, scavenging through memories. We slept on our deathbeds wrapped within the arms of Ambiguity.Ambiguity of our being. -
Blades, we cut open each other little by little, staring at the view, patching those holes within, scavenging through memories. We slept on our deathbeds wrapped within the arms of Ambiguity.Ambiguity of our being.
Silent storm, When I look up, I wonder what would make them see the sea, while they keep their heads up thinking it's a black blanket? -
Silent storm, When I look up, I wonder what would make them see the sea, while they keep their heads up thinking it's a black blanket?
Looks lovely even when it's broken, all alone.Broken glass or you. -
Looks lovely even when it's broken, all alone.Broken glass or you.
I fluctuate like the heart beat of a person who's about to die. When do you think I will give up? Maybe,When the rhythm of uncertainty becomes certain. -
I fluctuate like the heart beat of a person who's about to die. When do you think I will give up? Maybe,When the rhythm of uncertainty becomes certain.
Between the floating dark clouds, the sunlight impregnates the earth. If I was the pouring cloud, you are that fleeting gap. You: Could I just sieze you? Can I stop you from crying? -
Between the floating dark clouds, the sunlight impregnates the earth. If I was the pouring cloud, you are that fleeting gap. You: Could I just sieze you? Can I stop you from crying?
I think it's beautiful to have secrets, it's like promising yourself to not let anything be too close to you. Except your own self. -
I think it's beautiful to have secrets, it's like promising yourself to not let anything be too close to you. Except your own self.
How would mediocrity of intelligence and silence smell like when stirred with compositions of excellence? It would be like the stench of you and me. -
How would mediocrity of intelligence and silence smell like when stirred with compositions of excellence? It would be like the stench of you and me.
Mistakes are when I left it to them to draw me and smuggle a line on the shifting sand dunes of my face. That line of control for them was my smile. -
Mistakes are when I left it to them to draw me and smuggle a line on the shifting sand dunes of my face. That line of control for them was my smile.
I keep wrecking everything that comes around with an innocent smile on my face. He sits beside with a cast to mend all my bones and flesh. -
I keep wrecking everything that comes around with an innocent smile on my face. He sits beside with a cast to mend all my bones and flesh.