Occasionally we're afraid of those eyes who don't even have the courage to confront themselves

Kiana Khansmith

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Occasionally we're afraid of those eyes who don't even have the courage to confront themselves
Only if I was able to bleed out my heart through my eyes instead of crying on your sweet, savage tortures I would have given you a masterpiece of your own torment to admire
When they forbid for my lungs to scream, my hands leaped on to the paper and ink, for even my lungs forgot how to scream but my heart learned to roar even viciously
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Slavery of surrounding can get to such extent that your own instinct makes you anxious, question and doubtful while following commands feels comfortable and peaceful
When people can't think for themselves they become a part of majority, incapability of thinking is hidden by opinion and perspectives of majority
I aimlessly and hysterically looked for the wounds on my skin and for the cage which kept me prisoner for so long, until I realized that the cage was my own self and the wounds were never on my skin but on my heart beautifully crafted by myself
Once you've built yourself to explore the stars you can never get settled down in the fields to roam around the grass
Good and bad both existed separately in this universe and we're the only ones with both trapped in our souls in this body
Youth is the only time when illusion meets blindness and when this blindness recovers it's too late
Sometimes my own self terrifies me, the thought of my soul betraying this mold at the end leaves me wondering if I'm a trickster tricking my own self
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Dead Poets Society (1989) filmed in Delaware, USA. Most shots were taken at St Andrew’s School, the Everett Theatre in Middletown, and various sites around New Castle.
I love solitude for I don't trade the company of the most loyal person to the fake crowds
You can't create peace or have it from outside for the conflict has never been outside, it was inside you and peace is buried somewhere under these conflicts
I was born with a curse called ‘I want to know everything’
Maybe we're nothing but a vivid, worn out fragment in memories of ourselves and everyone around us and in ourselves we always find solace with these vivid memories
My armor is rusty and my sword barely cuts yet I feel honored with each pierced arrow for they remind me that I was fighting