Je dirais les mots les poèmes,
je jouerais les musiques du ciel,
je prendrais les rayons du soleil,
pour élairer tes yeux de rêves

*clink*
woosh!

"Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didnt do than the ones you did"
- Mark Twain

My moonlight.
A spanish question mark in the sky.
A sunday in our pocket.
An old grey bridge hiding under the sea.
The smell of old cologne.
A bump on the nose
Your hug, Your smile.
Dew drops on dry leaves.
The Rain in your eyes.
The colours on my wall.
A touch, imagined a thousand times.
Love
The blindfold.
Beautiful brown eyes.
The taste of skin.
..and so much more.
love, love
Dont go away.
Ever

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Reality lives in a Box.

Inspiration went for a walk in the woods wearing a long black dress. She sat under a tree in the snow. Her tears fell on the ice and froze, looking like dewdrops made of glass.

Little thoughts grew wings and flew around aimlessly. I heard purple Butterflies and water coloured snowflakes have childhood conversations.

Imagination lay beside me and made snow fairies in the snow, humming its favorite song.

We had been lying in the snow for a while now. I felt damp, but not cold. It was drizzling and the box made a soft noise ,but we didnt realize.

We just looked at the sky and smiled.

...

And the butterflies are coming out again. They have on faded blue wings and drowsy eyes. The wall feels alive tonight. I can hear music on the other side.

.

Fickle , Futile and Fuck- All

I would love to have coffee with our Absence someday.

Would you?

Thursday

Tired and Lost.
"you are the new C-4, Natascha..
Cool
Calm
Composed
and Clueless."
He is tall, but thats all.
He is fit , but thats it.
haha!
Im not Thinking.*Ting!* The Cushion is Comfortable. Surprise Surprise! One Cappuchino please. *ka-Ching!*, Thank you! Dhin chaak Dhin Chaak.. bang!
*blank*
Thursday Evening. No company. But do i really need any?
Exams. Bah, those Bitches.
Hard Work?
No!
But i want to!
No, you cant!
Why not?!
Ask yourself!
Madness, Insanity. Realization. I just Realized Something.
What?
Inspiration? Is that you? oh okay. Call me whenever. whenever you are Free. whenever you Feel like Talking maybe.
May Bee
Wokay?
Dont Desire to be. Just Be! The 8-fold path. To Happiness?
Ahaan?
Im not too sure. If I want something. I would want it for a Reason. A Valid reason. A Good valid reason.
He doesnt smile much He said.
'Ah! That way. I get it now'. "Queen".
Hmmm.
Interesting that. Wierd is good.
Lonely and Tired..
"Man, Im just Tired and Bored with Myself
Hey there baby..
I could use just a little...."
Help! The sky is falling! Chicken little is here to save the day! *rap rap* *whoooosh!*
Wait, what was I going to think? aww Damnit!
Great, now my head hurts. School tomorow. Physics..and Maths! Oshins ladies beauty parlour. Beauty...
*doesnt smile much...
Funny thing that. "beauty parlour".. Beauty has been given an image. Against its will.
anything but that, Is not Beautiful. Oh, well. Dont you want to look inside? You'll be Surprised. Im so Sure.
I like Trees. Every place has its own Tree-Shape. Slim and Composed near the Racecourse. Tangled up somewhere Else.. Spread out..Near school. Like a bunch of Daisies tied loosely. School..
...upon the stairs i saw a man, who wasnt there...
I cant fuckin Feel anything!
..he wasnt there the other day..
whats worse..I know Why.
..i wished to God he'd go away..
I think I should stop here. This isnt going anywhere. But again..Should it?
I like my Coffee
'He doesnt smile much.
He Said.'

...

When something Sinks
and something Dies..
it takes everything else along with it.
Everything.
Things you never realized you had
Things you never thought would matter..
Things you never knew existed.

The Feeling stays.
The sinking-dying feeling
It unpacks and takes a nap.
on the worn-out red couch in the hall.
It merges with the background.
Moves. Watches. Observes. Takes its Notes
and spreads itself in everything around it.
Everything.
In Broken windows and painted walls,
Old Cupboards and Clothes.
in unwashed coffee mugs.
and Coffee.

Moriri..

"It is here that I, part-man , part-goat, search for my Inspiration, my Muse, my Maiden of woods, Meadows and Oracle groves"