"Already, it's the last page the calendar Streets glimmering with warm light Like stars in the night Somehow today it feels warm by your side Is it the chill or romance that make Your cheeks blush Hope it’s me" ~ Sweat Dream, TXT
Merry Christmas ☃️ I hope this season will fill you with faith and joy (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡
Oh yeah thanks a lot for 500 followers. It means a lot to me.
Remember me as a felicific feather pressed betwixt pages of somnolent stories, cafuning farouche fantasies and feeding emacity of eternal to the ephemeral and etiolated imagines, enriching their imagery with windfalls of whim. Where the shadows assemble with sour taste of fate, I'll cast a silver lining of hope and pull the strings of full moon upon nyctophilic symphonies and preserve nurturing notations embedded in feelstora for future.
Remember me as a sagacious sonnet drafted by a sangria-spilled sunset for a sangfroid sunrise. While the ambience praises how the moistened metaphors paint a sacrilegious scenery on the canvas of cosmos by the palette of candescent colors, sonorous syllables curl inside savvy verses, well tucked in by sapient-specked thoughts.
Remember me as a rapporteur of rain inching close to catapulting clouds when refulgent rainbows melt at the heat of kerfuffled thunders and begin to fade away as absquatulating art strokes. When the drops of dormant dreams fall as delicate drizzles to instill passion-kissed petrichor of longing in the horizon, the essence of my hiraeth will conjure connoisseurs of calm upon doldrums of dormeviglia.
Remember me as a soaring song of storm, wings with a gumption of wildness slicing the autumn burned time and spurring a fight with free falling fate fores. With the wind climbing on the crescendo of rhythm trying to catch my trail, I am an invincible siren honey-dipped and heart-struck on forthright forelsket, traversing the chasm between real hues and fabricated filaments.
I'm spun with yarns of ecstasy in an ambrosial atelier, where space-time is distilled with sporadic springs of serenity. Stars of my sky have shone through the mist of forgetfulness. I reside as buoyant bliss upon memoir's mount. So remember me as rust's rune and ruin's rise, as an unabridged ripple in the lake of reveries.
No longitudes can hold the velocity of #letter , More than the intensity of soaking pages , Many destinations have been built under it , Many spikes of tears , mellifluously it erases .
Threshold of love , arrival of affection , Many era I've stored , in it's deary section , Crumpled in chaos but it hoisted multiple windchimes , Writer blocks the door of this world , to open another universe - sublime .
It is completely fine Not to be disciplined Always There comes a time When things slip out Of your hands You might have tried Hard to control those Circumstances but sometimes Destiny has something Else written for you.
Don't regret much Over what you have Lost because of your Little carelessness Note down the Experiences life has Given you in that situation And at the end Its not about being Focused all the times So learn to accept madness too.