MIDNIGHT BLUE

I know it's cruel... I know it's harsh We had good memories and we did our parts Changed is you and change is I The times were good it was better.. Yet here we went far I'll have to depart my dear... Dissolved in winds Deeper underneath the woods, deep underneath the brightest star Do remember me, my love, remember as a fresh loving memory in the dark Like a monologue, we both have been practicing A suffocation finally breaking into a fragile smile Tears will roll as it has always does Certain there are subtle limitations in being a human Exactly like the fiber in your sweater... It wrinkles and it decays The mind is a park and emotions rule this place In a far distant memory, you're mine and I'm Your's Forever is more than a word... It's a gateway of distant dreams we forget A shadow where nothing moves, you can touch and elation will lead the crusade Let today storm play with your vulnerabilities... I know this night will pain Hold your pillow ...

Day 2 of nothingness, so then why not part 2 continues and I was thinking the whole day about this particular moment this particular moment where I’ll try to bring meaning. The whole journey a whole day forced to form a meaning, a void to realize there’s a purpose and a subtle yet beautiful meaning in the art of waiting...patience and the desire to strengthen that something bigger awaits. The Connecting River/Lake There’s a singularity of uniqueness in all the differences that exist and the opinions that thrive to make sure that you realize neither all the fingers are same neither any of them ever wanted to be same. Just like a lake and a river where the river flows but the lake circulates among itself... it’s still, the river battles with turbulences curving and bending from one end to another it travels the unknown and unprecedented, whereas the lake relaxes being circular the end of all the curves...it expands and it diminishes it’s neutral and peaceful in a glittering w...

Why not? Yes, literally why not what’s wrong in trying again, typing and typing creating words and sentences knowing they’re captivated and not advancing anywhere, even being uncertain whether it’ll be even completed or not. Then why not just try think and what possibly could be brought from this vast memory called creation. The Dumpyard Kings We all our lives procrastinate.... "I’ll do this after this" and entering into a company was one of those fulfilled wishes, as without any aspiring aspirations all I ever wanted was to earn and earn a huge bunch of money...Not even truly knowing what money is in reality. But before I could have moved ahead there was a wall we all have to face called the fundamentals, well coming from a completely opposite background of machines it was a quite different experience, it’s not like I was very core oriented or I would have desired to be shifted in that are but in reality I was never into it, neither I extremely enjoyed what I...