#let free

[longdariavampysilver]

The light...

The light... #LukeArnold @LongLukeArnold @ScrambledLuke

Of your eyes always wonder me. Everytime i see it lost myself. And i’m sure our parellel world lives in them. I could remain to look at you endless. Your light, your love gives the strenght to goes on. Your sparkle light is that little thing that hypnotize me everytime i lay my eyes on you. Your look say a lot about you to me. Your kindness. Your soul. What’s your mind think about me. What you…

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[small-house-of-ashes]

For my twenties

Tremble the strings through the blank canvas and dab colour on to the journey - it’s so real to you then it’s good.

Find yourself in a perfect moment, lost from the world and it’s tragedy - it’s so surreal to you then it’s new to you.

See the strings vibrations and ride the wave to a better day - it’s a journey and it’s building you. To a better day and a better way.

If you’re worried about the affects then don’t play with those strands - of its real to you it won't ever be bland. When you hear that reality calling, find a way to make yours work.

[just-be-happy16]

What you love, let free. It comes back, it's forever

Konfuzius

[fictionofmind]

In search

Aghast by a mare thought to face the word alone,

She sits in the corner, restless,

Never at ease, filled with revulsion,

Blaming the world for the things she never did.

  Concealing her fears, veiling her sorrows,

She looks at the floor every time she walks,

Unable to meet eyes of strangers, imprecating them for crossing her way!

She is a stranger to the world,

Forgive her for her pretentious judgement,

But that is how she makes sense out of gibberish,

People mutter around her every day.

  Abrading the floor, chewing on her lip,

She concludes- world is an obnoxious place to live in.

Merry with her thought, she proceeded,

Not knowing where she went wrong.

She is living an incomplete illusion,

In the world she chose to knit around her,

Unaware of the grief she has in her concealed heart,

Which craves warm emotions.

  Caging herself behind the bars of her apprehension,

She needs an inspiration to give her a reason, a motivation,

Her longing eyes fail to convey it to her heart,

That this is not what she really wants.

On the adventure she thrives,

In search she is,

For the latent ecstasy which is-

At her doorsteps,

Waiting for the invite.

[icantrememberme]

[la-vie-folle-vie]

[enjoythejoints-blog]