Sometimes you let something so beautiful go just because you have fear of loosing it. Irony? The thing you miss the most is the thing you hate the most. sweetest elegy for a dream. Late nights. phone calls. busy tones. You see something so beautiful that you cry. Then you try to separate fiction from reality. Dice rolls. Laughs. Meow. You are trying to make sense out of everything, something and failing so miserably. Pictures of a stranger. Happy faces. Memory of a phone call. scold and care. Dial tone. You try to lost yourself in a story, any story but your own. You try being old. Fight cancer. Love. Lost. Credits. Bright room. Empty corners. Is it that time of the year when you sit with the darkest hour of the night and hear the lull of the storm, which is right at the corner. You know you can't escape it, but still you wait patiently, because you know, you'll survive.5:02 - Cashback
Everyone wants to live in a frozen world. In moments where you could stop the world and you stretch the moment into a minute, hour, day. Life tickles off with each second.
Corpse of dead butterflies,
Snowflakes in time halt.
You touch a face of innocence,
Kiss the lips which tastes salt.
You close you eye to see,
the colors of the symphony.
Among the changing paradigms
you yearn for harmony.
You stretch your arms
to hold smoke,
irony often sinks in
at the airports.
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