I don't even know where to start.I just can't define this love I have for you nor can even find the perfect word to describe it.You are the extension of my soul,the center of my being. You bring out the best of me,just as you bring out the worse of me.You are not that perfect someone who is loving in every way.You are the most messed up person I've ever met and yet I love you even more.I can never run out of reasons why I love you,admire and adore you this much. hellbecomingroundthemountain: Picture this: you’re standing at the tongue-tip edge of wherever you are, whatever this is, and from here you can almost see everything. Lovers waking up next to each other, a child discovering art with her hands, a lonely park bench finding company in a weathered man, the sun whispering light through windows. Picture this: you’re standing at the edge of the shore with every wave crashing at your feet, with every breath in your lungs exhaling you alive, and you look around, and isn’t it beautiful? My God, it’s beautiful Here I go again,dealing with my heart I tried to run away you keep on pulling me back Why can't I chose who I fall in love with Why can't I just let you go And never have any regrets Here I go again floating in space Thoughts drifting from afar Looking watching all the stars Wondering if they can light my way and bring me to where I should be because the way we are are just the way things are |
I kept chanting this to myself. We are just two forces that can't be together. One day, I will totally forget about you. One day, I will finally move on. But then, you showed up one second and nothing matters but your existence.
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I can draw inspiration easily from random sources.It could be in the form of music,books I've read (fiction or non fiction),tv shows and movies or any kind of film,news reports,people I have encountered or randomly met and stories I get to hear at times.It could also be in the form of misheard lyrics or people just passing by.I can even draw inspiration from an insult I get from a customer at work.
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I write to settle my rage.I write to document my joy and happiness.I write till I feel better.I write because it is like the source of my life.It is my best stress reliever.It calms me.It keeps me sane.It makes me reflect before saying anything.It is pretty much my life like a food giving me strength to keep moving on.
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