~what aches within~ @thespectatorspirit - Tumblr Blog

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The scream stuck in my lungs, breaks free through the violence of my fists.

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"Would you save your younger self - from a burning building? Or would you hope for help?"

'who are you' by mehro

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Cold is my heart, but warm are these tears.

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My moon is hidden behind the dark clouds,

I keep hoping for a sliver of its light to slip out,

I stare, and I stare, and I stare,

Until my hope gives out.

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I want a hug or just to disappear from this world.

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I embraced this obnoxious oblivion of melancholy just to let my lungs inflate and deflate, until they stop on their own

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"The true horror of existence is not the fear of death, but the fear of life. It is the fear of waking up each day to face the same struggles, the same disappointments, the same pain. It is the fear that nothing will ever change, that you are trapped in a cycle of suffering that you cannot escape. And in that fear, there is a desperation, a longing for something, anything, to break the monotony, to bring meaning to the endless repetition of days."

- Albert Camus, The Fall

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"𝘞𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴." — 𝘓𝘦𝘷 𝘝𝘺𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘺

If i could be something else, I think I'd like to be the rain.

Sometimes too much, sometimes not enough; rain has a way of staying and escaping at the wrong moments at times. Carried safely in the clouds until it's too much to bear. Every down pour feels like an explosive expression of the little things held in for too long. Drops falling with such grace, sliding down beautifully over leaves... If it be the very last wish I hold, will the heavens grant me a chance to become the rain?

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Today, I stared at the sunset, and it was beautiful as always. There was a surprising softness to the hues - pinks and golds across the clouds, like a painting made by a stress-free touch, gentle hand. Even when the sky had been rumbling earlier, like a stormy rain was on its way, the delicate peace was still somehow retained in that lovely sunset.

But it did not bring me the joy or ease I'd usually find in such a scene. Instead, I was hit with a sour feeling that I later recognized as jealousy. The softness of the clouds, the pleasantness of those colors, and the flight of those little birds: every aspect of that beauty evoked an unreasonable envy in me. Trapped as I was in my own hallow cage — I bitterly longed for that light, the sense of freedom I could see out there. It did not touch my heart. It did not make me smile...

The ugliness inside did not match the view, and so I hated it for being so good, pure, and true.

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