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If there weren't any sadness in this world, I would still find a way to be sad. Sometimes, sadness isn't a fatal consequence but a choice made consciously. It’s as if you were given eyes to witness the beauty of a mesmerizing landscape, but for a fleeting moment, you choose to close them and enjoy the darkness. When, by coincidence, you meet an albatross with its large wings walking through a field on its two fragile feet rather than flying above the clouds, it’s quite absurd how this instinct tends to find its balance between opposites, while the human standing proudly in the middle.

" If there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don’t snuff it out.. "

AA~

He was staring at her with intense glares capable of evaporating her in an instant. The bubble of mystery around him was unreachable. However, beside her dark and irresistible beauty, her intelligence was the most attractive thing about her..the way her eyes shone as if she knew what was not supposed to be known. As a wizard, it was difficult to avoid her sarcastic mouth.... His hands so rebellious found their way around her neck, her body under his, and finally someone could take control of her... her eyes were fixed on his, it was such a long eyes contact that spoke louder than words, he got closer to her ears, caressing that gentle spot with his warm breath, it was so hard for her not to moan demanding more of him..

- What would you do now, princesse ? I really can do whatever I've ever wished for with this body of yours...

Desperately, she tried to shake off his hand, even screaming in pain as she pretended to suffer from his violence. Her screams coursed through his veins., now he wants more, he needs more, she's playing so dangerously.. this war of lust never ends well..

-You are taking control of my body, while in reality, I'm the one controlling your mind. Everything you desire from me is, in reality, what I exactly need from you. So don’t fucking stop..

He smirks, looking at every inch of her as if she was his praise, his prey, he owned her in the most cruel way.. his lips were so thirsty to touch her soft ones, they finally touched, and a thunder of passion erupted. She dove into his obscurity while he returned from his expulsion. For a long moment, it was just the two of them, tasting each other for eternity. He was intense, slow and she couldn't help but moan in his mouth...

How long are we going to deny that we are slaves to our salaries? We spend our lives studying for the gracious purpose of getting into college and then finding a job that will eventually provide us with a salary. Without that money, we are homeless, hungry, and humiliated by society. Our values as humans are now reduced to a bunch of paper. We are no longer unique individuals, we wake up to find ourselves part of a large flock of people heading toward our graves, drained by this slavery. For God's sake, how could they confine children full of life, creativity, and hope within four walls and force them to learn and take countless exams and do homework, when they were born to run free in the wild and explore nature, receiving knowledge without interference with their freedom? They convinced young people to pursue a career, but in reality, they could follow their hearts and live fulfilling lives. Capitalism has ruined this life for us, the competition they created is suffocating. Is there any way out of this contagious programming? I want to be a free human being once again...

I shouldn't have fallen for a writer. Maybe then I wouldn't have received only words..so many words about devotion, loyalty, desire, and passion while in reality, when we met, all I got were cold stares and speechless body language. I keep wondering if you loved me or were only attached to the idea of me. What would you do for the one you love? Are you brave enough to take what is yours, or will you hide behind your screen for eternity?

I’ve been blaming the mind for staying awake during our dreams, but oh God, seeing him after being gone is another form of compensation. He was here, touching me and staring deeply at me. For a fleeting moment, I could be with him, and what a pleasure it was to be with the one I love the most. Then I was forced to return to this dimension, where he is no longer here. I woke up with the feeling that a part of me is missing... please bring him back..

I was barely sad on my birthday, simply because I had no expectation of receiving anything from you. Maybe that’s why I named you after the brightest star in the world, Sirius, as I’ve always felt a great distance between us. I can’t deny that I will always love you until my last breath, but at the same time, I can’t get closer to you. It’s burning me alive and killing me softly to live in a world where you don’t exist. I only try to survive with the few memories of your face. I remember when we met by accident, my heart was about to drop out of my chest. I was so nervous and jealous of that friend of yours who saw me first, then went home and tagged you in her story. She was so cruel for assuming she had you, I hated her for being able to see you more than I could. Anyway, my jealousy didn’t get the better of me, and throughout this time, I never caused a fight because of it. I managed to control it, but maybe the reason I asked for a break was due to the sorrow that suddenly came between us. There was no way out, and my life has been so difficult over these last few years, though I never mentioned it to you. I kept everything inside until your image in my mind began to fade. My agony grew as your presence disappeared, to the point where I started to feel as if I was only acting not about my feelings towards you, which you know are true, but about my life. You knew nothing about it, and somehow this small detail separated us.

Maybe the only proof of existence is your attempt to make an end of it, the idea crosses your mind and it seduces every inch of you, since the moment you were born, the chaos starts getting bigger and bigger until it eventually devours you, breathing must be tiring, these poor lungs providing you so much air, but why, for God's sake, is everything so suffocating? you laugh, play and smile all the time, but in the end, you keep wondering if it's worth it, since everything will one day be gone and forgotten as if it never happened, Reality is as harsh as a rock, and somehow it finds a way to crush your head... the blood running through all your body, yet your mind can't stop thinking, you go to sleep and it follows you into your dreams, shouting, "hey I'm still with you until your grave", how faithful! and love makes the game even more complicated, you fall in love blindly, only to find out later that you will get separated even if your bodies are buried in the same grave, One life is never enough when you are in love, however, it seems so long when you're merely existing...

I guess the opposite of loneliness is not intimacy, but the ability to exchange profound thoughts with another human being who has this capacity of going through your mind, feeling your words and receiving their meaning, life is pointless when a part of your existence is invisible to others, The real tragedy is when no one comprehends your inner depth.

It's so similar to the last grain of grape you ate in the last day of summer before they slowly fade away, Fall comes afterwards, bringing an abundance of mandarins to replace the memory of the missed fruits, life goes on once again, and I came to a profound realization, perhaps life is composed of many goodbyes, it harshly teaches us the art of letting go, whether through dying or smiling, we take the damn lesson..

Happy birthday to me <3

I've always tried to find love elsewhere, so I ran away from the unconditional love of my family and sought endless friendships and relationships, hoping to fill the void. Eventually, I returned to them, drained and exhausted, and they accepted me for the millionth time. I was too stubborn to realize the love they had for me. I'm no longer invisible or depressed. Love has healed me, saved me, and made me who I am today..

Your scent on me is so possessive that it refuses to let me go. You left a week ago, but the trace of your fingers on my neck refuses to disappear too. My body holds so many memories of you that even if I lost my mind and got rid of my heart, you marked me with your fingers through scars and kisses. You owned me in a way I can't detach myself from you.

I'm so confused..I have no idea if my agony is due to saying goodbye to summer, because the guy I spent my vacation with left the country, or maybe both reasons combined were enough to bury me alive. My emotions for him didn't realize how close the end was from the beginning. I pretended not to care and went through the whole process of falling in love with him. I lived in the moment and didn't overthink the future. It was so strong that our willpower couldn’t avoid any attachments. I belonged to him, and every inch of him belonged to me. So, the minute he was packing his luggage, I was about to faint. Time, indifferent to our feelings, took him away, leaving me with so many memories, so many photos of him, and his name still stuck in my head...

See you next year love <3

August was full of happiness and sorrow. I touched the clouds and was buried underground. I laughed and cried, was reborn for the second time, and got killed endlessly. This summer can't be described with words it's more than a love story... it's about passion, desire, and farewell. If you’re wondering whether I survived it, I didn’t...I’m still buried underground and don't want to be found by anyone except him. Oh him !

A sudden thunder erupted, I am right; I am nobody.

From "Who is God" (this is what i call it in my head. Im not sure there'sa title) By @marlenaxx

I saw a crazy guy on the street.. for a fleeting moment I found myself pitying him.. then after a while.. I wondered if he might pity us as well... the fact that we consider ourselves superior only because we are aware of our existence is crazy enough.. it's like someone who is so proud of having nerves throughout his body..unaware that those nerves are the reason he experiences significant pain from the start.. how pathetic !

And God whispered in my ear, "How long is it going to take you to surrender to my rules?" With dignity and pride, I responded, "Your possession of the rules doesn’t mean our submission to them. You really have to let us go." This time, He didn’t whisper; He spoke in my own voice and said loudly, "Wake up, little girl. You’ve fallen into the trap again. You’re way too smart." But this time, the truth invaded my spirit. I could feel it coursing through my veins:"I am you, while you are me " . A sudden thunder erupted. I’m right..I’m nobody.

There's no way you can convince me I'm just a mere human with flesh and bones. I keep staring at this body, feeling homesick for another place where this soul belongs. It was never fair to confine a physical object with so many emotions, especially with an immense soul...It's so suffocating to realize that our own body is actually the real coffin.

I'd have thrown up my heart if it were possible, buried this helpless soul alive.. and burned this cruel body. So please tell me how a human being can get rid of himself without being personally involved. The obligation to feed this body every single day gets on my nerves. Your instinct dumb and stupid forces your entire existence to submit, with no way to rebel. You might get bold and throw yourself from the edge, but suddenly, without your permission, you'll find your body fighting for life. It's such a betrayal. I'm neither depressed nor suicidal. I only reclaim my right to be free. I was given free will yet a robotic body, so at the end of the day, you realize how trapped you are with no way out.

Love is the only thing that shouldn't be fought for. Imagine two armies fighting for peace...it doesn't make sense at all. It should happen spontaneously or not happen at all...

" I suppose that pain becomes a familiar thing when you are continually inflicting it upon others. You become numb to it. " Kai

"At the end, life is composed of so many goodbyes, and I learned from a young age the art of letting go."

Dear mother

I can't tell if my grief is caused by the past you went through or the past you made me go through. In the end, my heart refused to condemn you and has condemned itself. We are both two little girls who have survived violence, unfairness, and so much pain. In your eyes, I see your blood covering your body, and in my own eyes, I see you sending me love in the most violent way because you simply never received it. The memory of me sitting on your lap will never leave my head; we were looking out the window, watching life outside behind the glass, while we were stuck in that sort of prison. Still, I hate the idea of victimizing ourselves, but to me, we are true survivors. Dear mother, forgive me for hating the old angry version of you; the little girl I was invented that kind of self-defense mechanism to protect herself. She couldn't afford to lose herself in your hands; she only wanted to be saved. Mom, instead of succumbing to my deep desire to end my own life, I chose to survive for you. So, I forgive you, Mother. Please accept my apology.

I refused at all costs to touch the ground. Life kept tearing me apart; however, each time it expected me to kneel, it found me flying. You can't take down an indifferent soul. You can't take away the only thing she owns: her limitless happiness.

With an absent father, It's as if you keep on living with an amputated hand, still have another one with two healthy legs, but people's eyes only stare at what is missing.

And I write because this body is so expensive to waste its blood on the ground, I write because my lungs would have exploded with this amount of ink inside them, I'm so sensitive yet my ruthless soul is so disturbing...who am I ?

You are running away without looking back, carrying the future and the past, unable to let it go..

The past is the one that created you, you can't despise it, yet you can't accept it.

You keep searching for one person who has never hurted you, but no one came to your mind, every human being is a monster in his own way.

You don't stop running, escaping this chaotic world, unaware that the whole world is actually inside you..

In a certain age, you stopped believing in the words you received, writers and actors are so similar, they are both artists, and art is a sort of escapism that shouldn't be taken seriously...

And I'd like to leave, since I can't have what I deeply desire, I can't accept what was given to me either, I refuse to remain quite yet I let myself immerse in obscurity, once you let it swallow you, it gets harder to be exposed to light.

I secretly despise ordinary human beings, the lack of complexity in their characters makes it so boring to deal with them. They keep behaving as angels, somehow, they got rid of the possibility of committing a sin. You stare at them and a brutal emptiness invades your spirit, they take themselves for heroes, always taking the side of the weakest ones, assuming they bringing justice to this unfair world. They only believe in black and white, so you, while standing in the grey zone, had irritated the shit out of them, they can't accept you, you are rebellious, mean, heartless, just because they fail terribly to read you. Maybe you should be more polite, a little bit quiet, and submissive, in order to fit in their rosy world. What a misery!