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 Comments are closed.
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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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