Fallen
It was in the night I find beauty with light In sadness, the nostalgia of happy times.
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Fallen
It was in the night I find beauty with light In sadness, the nostalgia of happy times.
#FTWDGTM
I’m brewing something out of scratches and pages and hastily scribbled inky letters.
For some, a string of words tied to a single knot.
For me, my soul shredded to pieces of bite sized snacks.
Burst into colors.
#meranathesnaps #photography #pyromusical2017 #merathography
Sunset Defined
In the blazing, vibrant beam of the sun, An impending darkness will soon arise.
We prefer order when the universe is born out of chaos. Is that the reason why we became so stagnant for the world? We tried to control things rather than letting it grow?
Meranathe
I’m a writer, and I’ll write what I want to write.
J. K. Rowling (via writingdotcoffee)
END POINT. Let's head there. To a place we can always smile the brightest Where the weather is a mixture of sun, moist, breeze and rain The hiding place for the best shades of green and colored hues. And broken pieces of souls are still called beautiful.
Being overly insensitive of one’s own sensitivity is fatal for someone else’s feeling.
Meranathe (via meranathe)
Writers don’t just spill words. They bare their soul.
Meranathe (via meranathe)
We bother too much about everything when we'll all just pass this way.
You see, We could have risen with the sun. Yet you still prefer to go down. Hope your heart can withstand the cold, cold ground.
Right now, we all just have that one moment to be happy.
The next is still a question of when, And an uncertainty if we will live long enough to see it.
So this chance may be our last, Might as well grab and ride.
The stalks of these flowers are already dried up, but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life. They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life the same time. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artifically with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact that he has to die and to postpone death.
Bright Ending.
No matter how bright it appears, it’s still an ending.
The Talk
Let’s talk about life.
All the random, unfamiliar topics we rarely thought of. All the unusual and frequently looked on. All the unsure yet beautifully felt things that we both know matters.
For once, just at this moment, let’s be brave.
Let’s talk about life.
Or if we feel braver, let’s talk about us.