Courage Dear Heart. Little by little one walks far.
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Courage Dear Heart. Little by little one walks far.
Not everyone deserves your love...❤💔
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Did people forget how to really appreciate each other nowadays? The way we are connected through technology is both blessing and a curse.
Constantly seeing you in this virtual existence, as if you were standing just a step away takes it away.
Let me miss you properly. Disappear from my sight and let me long for your return. Return so we can pour each others hearts out through the embrace we'll share.
I want to miss and be missed like that
I see so many posts about The Magicians saying something like "ohmygod depressed queers suffering again what the shit". And when I watch this great serial from my fucking russian point of view I think "ohmygod this two guys can kiss each other in front of their friends and won't be fucked off by everybody around, what a happy world they live in".
And you know, THIS really hurts.
فقط من القلب، يمكنك لمس السماء
Only from the heart, you can touch the sky.
Is it really beyond hope?
I always tried to help people lead a better life because I hoped they never go through what I went through
When it feels as if I can never help them, am I truly sad because they are sad or just frustrated that I failed again?
It's weird for me to feel frustrated when I gave up on my life long ago, am I just projecting myself in other people's lives now?
Guess it's truly an unfair life, I'd never have it all... Even when I never yearned to have it all, I don't think I even ended up with something.
The Ocean.
it shall happen as fate wishes for it,
my resolves are sand castles and your are ocean waves.
they make a mess of my heart as you wash over me.
you decorate me in seashells and drown me in your blues.
you leave a mark as you go, I shall await your return.
as without you, I turn into dust.
I wonder, I did exist before you; yet you've become so special to my existence.
even ocean dries up, earth splits.
I'm afraid, can I build another sandcastle named "forever" and be at your mercy to not wash it away?