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"Sibling relationships outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship. They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust."
- Erica E. Goode
100% true.
August is a little freer than July!
“What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”
Carl Sagan, Cosmos
You chased to hold my hand,
With hopes dipped in love.
I flew among the clouds,
Clueless about your love.
Right when I landed free
To hold the hand of thee.
You turned your back at me,
Like you never knew me!
- Chasing Love
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I want to practice death by feeling completely empty inside...just the mere realization of it would be suffice to feel alive.
Just like having no hunger yet a satiation to have food in sight..
i
am.
“ⓘ The best thing about tumblr is that you can write sad, drunk, hot, frustrated and there will always be someone who understands it…”
— poetry-siir ©
Some shades of being....
Limit me as you perceive,
Watch me grow as you un-knowingly go on a halt.
Ain't no beat to tap on.
Ain't no joke to laugh on.
Ain't no shoulder to cry on.
Call me angry, call me introvert.
Call me moody, call me reserved.
I ain't gonna change for nobody.
To not be able to put anything in words is a different kind of pain. The blank sheet doesn't scare me. Perhaps, I get lost in all that whiteness. The so called intellectuals advise going back to school - perhaps, they should sit with me here and go through this daily schooling where the self analysis and criticism is in the curriculum.
To not be able to put anything in words is a different kind of pain. It isn't a writer's block or a creative block - it's fugazi for the no-doers. Neither I call myself a writer, yet I question myself. The dilemma around need and want is certainly inevitable - yet I try!
To not be able to put anything in words is a different kind of pain. I presume it comes with the realization of having, if not yet troubled then at least, a restless soul.
No wonder why the failure of a sincere activity is painful.
My love 💓