Another World Awaits

Doing epic shit in Poitiers, France

[anotherworldawaitsforus]

Seasons change, friends grow apart, lovers run out of love, and in the end you’re only left with this skin.

Look closely, all these lines itched on your skin.

Yes the barely visible ones. They tell a story, your story. Why do you think his touch made you shiver? He moulded your story and now somewhere in those thousand lines.. there are hundreds that lead back to his details, you see that’s what people do.

Make a spot, itch a line, open the door, close shut a window; maybe a french window (if you know what i mean), ink their part in your story and when their need to feel wanted is fulfilled they walk away, to ink another part in another story.

[anotherworldawaitsforus]

“Tell me darling, 
would you still love me 
if I told you 
about the monsters 
I need to sing to sleep 
every night? 
If you understood 
the way I need to tiptoe 
across my own mind 
so I can fall asleep 
before daylight? 
If you knew 
where the nightmares 
came from, 
if you saw my scarred soul, 
would being with me terrify you?
If you knew the full extent 
of the damage 
they have done to me, 
would you stay, 
would you still want to?”

[anotherworldawaitsforus]

Here’s to the one who aren’t brilliant. 

Here’s to the people who question the very purpose of their existence.. just like moi. 

To the ones who feel like they don’t belong the ones who feel like they were born in the wrong century? the very wrong galaxy. Those who are full of fear, tragedies, worries, and insecurities. 

Those who are cripples with paranoia and feel like trapped in a meat covered skeleton.

Those are people like me, probably you.. equally messed up, their souls equally complex and bruised.

They are the people who spend gazing up at the clear sky, on Sunday mornings with a cup of coffee, trying to connect with their real-self, looking for something to free them, to save them, waiting for a miracle to knock the door.

Those people too are lost, like me, and probably you.. their souls wandering aimlessly through forests and alleys, places and countries, hoping to make some sense out of their fucked up existence, hoping to be significant.

trying desperately to love themselves, with the self-love they say is the only cure; failing miserably, horribly.

So, on those evenings, when your body and soul feel like two separate entities, when you feel exiled from the home within your own heart.. know that it will eventually get better; it has to. -Ravisha RAPSHAK

[anotherworldawaitsforus]

We can just ignore that umbrella in her back jeans pocket. 

This day, 10th November 2016, the feeling has found it’s way back to me, the feeling that had captivated me two years ago, when she moved away, leaving me behind. Now that I know I just have this month left with her, after which she will move away to London, again leaving me behind.

#youonlyknowyouloveherwhenyoulethergo

[anotherworldawaitsforus]

Sometimes you feel exhausted just because you know you lost the person you intended to keep. Sometimes wrong things turn out to be better things in the end. Sometimes people judge you wrong. Sometimes you get what you've always wanted but you're still not happy. Sometimes hard things seem very easy cause you're doing them wrong. Sometimes you commit a mistake a lot many times, just cause you think it will turn ou the way you want. Sometimes bad things seem right but they aren't. Sometimes you love a person but they don't love you back. Sometimes everytime it is Life happening.