Come my love, we'll dance till our feets no longer touch the ground.
-epiphany
My silence is terror.I keep staring at my doom.You can't pull me out of it.I'm burnt, I'm drowned,I'm torn. I'm everything that can't be viewed!
-epiphany
Peaky Blinders, S4
I'm hoping to love myself one day, but I'm getting perished in the process!
-epiphany
Will you save me? For the last time?
-epiphany
I've mastered the art of loosing myself!
The memories we carry ultimately dissolve into what we fundamentally were; the tiny wild flowers, the rapturous first kiss of a teen couple, the coral pink tints lingering over the sky, the flock of sparrows, the lo-fi melodies, the cup of cappuccino being slurped in the balcony. Isn't it cyclical permanence disguised as impermanence?
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Ninth Insight
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Walking along the crowded row, he met the one he used to know.
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
Sunbeams swam across the horizon, but you nurtured a pounding wound inside your chest. You just walked away, but could barely stretch your fists at them. No you were not kind ,you were agonized. You eventually learnt to grow flowers in your eyes and creepers in your ribs and kept rowing through the same eras our ancients trailed.
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Seventh Insight