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When the Gods and Goddesses fell in love, did heaven come down for them or did they go crazy thinking of a place where there was no heartbreak; just the idea of existing in the same space and time as a beloved.

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I wish people would be more transparent and lucid, never like dreams that are fleeting. I wish everyone could see the paradises that fall through, when you don't write enough letters, when you don't speak enough words, and when you don't paint enough pictures. If you could see the wind, You could see how sharp it actually is, cutting through all the thickets and coming to see you at the dead of the night. You should see how living actually feels like. It's not being stranded at the edge of a cliff like a dandelion that shall pass on. But it's actually being ankle-deep in lakes and realising the poems and the songs, that talked about death being such a vile thing, were actually the words of advices you should live by.

I let the sky speak to me in languages unknown. Sometimes it was blooming flowers, sometimes it was the twinkling stars. There were times I couldn’t understand them; but even so, I could never ignore them.

I have been an adult before I turned 18.

And now I ask myself , "was that adult in me a good one or a bad one?"

I never found the answer.

I have been alive for 18 years. And the unpopular opinion is, 18 years is a long time. And when you are left unappreciated and unacknowledged for even half the time, you start molding into an entity, loved only by its shadows and ashes. You don't long for solitude, you become it. And you don't long for companions, you become them.

Everybody loved me once and it might seem like a mythical happenstance; but all of them did love me, before I became a student of the modern society that mourns history and destroys the future; and I became a product of lack of loving Gods.

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I have gone unappreciated, like a shadow. I might go rotten, like the fruits on your counter. But then they will ask me, 'what made me so rotten? My shadow or unappreciation"

I have been under the sun for far too long; so long that my shadows seep into my wounds of never having been enough and I burn and burn and burn, till my wings become my hallucinations and my companions become wax figures.

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Someone didn't like flowers; but I gifted them a vase.

Now the vase reminds them of someone, who loved the spring and the rain.

Just because you CAN do something, doesn't mean you MUST do it.

Ghosts are just withered flowers; and the October bloom of dead flowers is full of them. My name is not my identity; But my belief in dead ends opening up to a cliff is. I jump off testing my resistance against the wind; and my gravity against the ground; And yet again, I shatter to pieces.

I could be a dream. Or a strange awkwardness of the electrons. You could never tell, even if you tried. Because you could never touch me. Because once you did, I turned into pixels; smaller fragments of being until you could see me no more; until I disappeared dully from your mind.

Somehow, you protecting me turned into me being in a cage. And my death was an illusion you say; a minor fault in the stars, to me it was a miracle I say; a major wish on a shooting star.

My ashes can rise to phoenix; my carcass can form magical lands of fairies; yet I, with my body and soul; with my agony and despair can form no wonders, but dystopias; "entrapment" is my word.

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Sometimes, I want to be who I dream to be : someone so crucial, so magnificent, that no part of my mind could think of breaking down, and yet so tender, so gentle, no heart would break upon my skin. Sometimes I want to be like the first sunrise, so innately powerful that no conscience and logic could break me, and yet so delicate, no flower could bloom without me.

And sometimes I think, each of us need it. The feeling of being a requirement, and an important figure rather than an insignificant mass of cells and group of atoms that are the by products of the universe, as though we were not the original plan of the conspiracies.

Sometimes, I want to be who I dream to be : someone so crucial, so magnificent, that no part of my mind could think of breaking down, and yet so tender, so gentle, no heart would break upon my skin. Sometimes I want to be like the first sunrise, so innately powerful that no conscience and logic could break me, and yet so delicate, no flower could bloom without me.

And sometimes I think, each of us need it. The feeling of being a requirement, and an important figure rather than an insignificant mass of cells and group of atoms that are the by products of the universe, as though we were not the original plan of the conspiracies.

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