i'm out with lanterns looking for myself- Emily D.

[angelfromupabovee]

I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect

-Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.

[angelfromupabovee]

Today, my soul yearns for those souls lost or left in the intricate labyrinth of time. I ponder the genesis of this separation—whether it stems from the tapestry of my own actions or if it is an elegy sung by the hands of fate. In the sanctuary of my heart, their memory persists like a delicate fragrance, a lingering ode to the softness and sweetness that once graced my existence.

We are travelers in the vast expanse of life, ever moving, ever changing. Yet, amidst the ebb and flow, there resides a poignant wistfulness for those left behind, individuals who once held profound significance. The question echoes: Was the unraveling of our connections a consequence of my own missteps, or does it find its roots in the inexorable march of time?

Still, I cradle their essence dearly, cherishing the sepia-toned imprints they left on the canvas of my soul. In this symphony of existence, I find myself yearning not just for the people themselves but, more profoundly, for the moments that intertwined our destinies. These are the fragments of time, suspended between what was and what could have been, that I hold in higher reverence than my place in their hearts. In the tapestry of recollections, I find solace in the bittersweet dance of nostalgia, where the echo of shared moments paints a canvas of longing and reflection.

[angelfromupabovee]

My nation is ablaze in saffron hues.

Ashes of anguish form a shroud across the sky.

Buds have emerged from the seeds of despise

The essence of enmity is carried by rivers as they flow.

The gleaming sheet of snow that once blanketed the valleys is now stained by crimson blots of innocent blood.

Today's people have a thumping rock within their chest.

The palms that once grasped their parents' hands now hold dangerous weapons.

Is there any hope for those whose thoughts are clouded by ignorance?

Hate mongers' diabolic shadows haunt the walls of innocent houses.

People have feelings of estrangement when in their own motherland.

the line between just and unjust seems blurred now

Why is it that cruelty is the only thing I see all around me?

This land I've known is no longer what it once was.

And, each night I find myself repeating this thought like a mantra

My nation is ablaze in saffron hues.........

[angelfromupabovee]

You were black and I was white.You were wrong yet felt so right. messed me up and now you're gone .And once again I'm all alone.With blurry eyes and shaking hands I try to bleed those memories through my fingers tonight.Maybe I'll forget you Some how get you out of the system.But.the scar is still fresh.I wonder will it ever heal.They say time mends all.But I think this one's here to stay.My silly heart .What stupid mistake you've made.You should've listened to the mind.Who warned you to stay from this kind.

Aurora🖤

[angelfromupabovee]

I'm fearful of living a routine life, of vanishing into the cracks of mediocrity, of drowning in the sea of commons. being nothing more than a plain old background that fades into obscurity.

[angelfromupabovee]

I’m not tragic these days, I don’t weep, but I feel alone, bewildered, far from you, far from everything — nothing has any meaning.

-Simone de Beauvoir, Letters to Sartre 

[angelfromupabovee]

And in the end, I lost you.

But, I found me.

[angelfromupabovee]

*on the brink of insanity

[angelfromupabovee]

I don't think we can ever "not care".

[angelfromupabovee]

"We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being"

-Hermann Hesse

[angelfromupabovee]

DEATH, 1893 - Maximilian Pirner

When death will engulf you rejoice in glee, for now your overwhelming mediocrity is ending. But beware, when you pass the gates of death . All you'll find their is despair. Cries of pain, fear and agony. Will fill your mind like water filling an empty can. You'll look for the door of redemption but no avail. Cause after death only darkness shall prevail.

- aurora🖤

[angelfromupabovee]

The marks humans leave are too often scars...

-The fault in our stars

[angelfromupabovee]

"I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds for something extraordinary to happen to us......."

-Khaled Hosseini

[angelfromupabovee]

ever been at that point of life where you've got everything yet nothing.........

#confused

[angelfromupabovee]

My thoughts are stars that I can't fathom into constellations

John green

My entire life summed up in 10 words🙃

#quotes#philosophy#lovejohngreen#faultinourstars#latenight#overthinking

[angelfromupabovee]

This world's merely an illusion, covered by the veil of reality.