happy 8 years to the greatest treasure this world could ever have!! you've come so long through so many obstacles and you're now at the biggest stage of your lives :') even though I didn't start with you guys from the very beginning, I'll make sure to sit through until the very end.
let's be forever bulletproof
on a small side note, thank you to 100+ followers!! this is a very late prompt haha a prose for these seven treasures, I guess this is a win-win XD -------------------------------------------------------------------
If you look pass the darkness of the starless night and sail through the abysmal ocean, you would find a little island, with a lighthouse. the lighthouse was in ruins, beaten down by the merciless wind and eroded by the treacherous waves. it was on the verge of collapse, the light in it dim and faint. the lighthouse keeper needed to find someone else to replace him and restore this lighthouse, and after months of searching, he had gathered seven young boys, different in many ways, yet all fresh and inexperienced and eager, to save this lighthouse.
When the originally faint white light of the lighthouse turned into a burning fiery red light, there were nearly tears in the old lighthouse keeper's eyes. the lack of life in the previous glow was suddenly fuelled by passion and a collective dream. "one day this lighthouse shall be the star of the sea so bright even vessels will stop to admire it". it dawned on the old lighthouse keeper: this lighthouse would mean more than just a bearing for ships, it would be the guidance for every soul lost and wandering in the dark, and these seven boys would be their compass, like a constellation in the night. however, who was their compass when their light dimmed?
The toils of being a lighthouse keeper soon came raining down on the seven of them. there was skepticism—many believed that the seven would not be able to hold the lighthouse for long. there was ignorance—many ships took a different route purposefully. there was shame—many claimed that the seven weren't doing a very good job anyway. but most of all what scarred the seven of them the most was hate. it hurt them when ships intentionally sailed in front of the lighthouse to call them names and look down on them. sometimes it even felt like nature was against them; the tides as high as mountains and storms that were a sailor's nightmare battered on the walls of the lighthouse, hoping to strike fear in the boys. on top of that their families were never very supportive of their jobs, and some of them mentally suffered from the lack of support.
But still they held on. their sliver of hope and their trust in each other were as strong as the fire that burned in their light. there were days where they would fight amongst each other, and they worked hard together to reduce them. there were days where clouds were above their heads, and they worked together to clear the skies. there was even a time when the old lighthouse keeper asked one of them if he would rather go to work at another lighthouse that was in better shape than this one, but the boy rejected the idea as soon as it came up, insisting to stay with the other six. their fight was not in vain as you see, because not long afterwards the sea that was always black started being speckled with purple lights, bobbing along the waves like jellyfish. this started when they heard that there were people who believed that they would succeed, and supported them on their journey. this continued on, and seeing those purple lights were comforting and encouraging. the night mirrored the sea often, and the boys enjoyed stargazing at the view. those nights made the work more tolerable and it was the best feeling all of them could have. so they treasured the feeling, treasured those purple lights, treasured the people who had hope in them and worked even harder. they worked especially harder to give love back to the people who believed in them.
But good things don't last long. there was a moment in time that came like an absolute hurricane at the boys. it was a time where people made nasty rumours of them and this threatened their roles as a lighthouse keeper. and at this moment, a terrible thought surfaced in the minds of all seven of them, should they... leave? should they abandon this role afterall? the whole world seemed to be against them and it was exhausting to gain the efforts to prove them wrong. it was like swimming against the tide afterall. this thought hung on their minds for a long time, like an elderly pondering their time of death. even the purple lights didn't seem as comforting. the boys loathed the thought of it, but it felt like the thing to do. except that they weren't ready to give up just yet and they clutched on to hope. and hope pushed away the rumours and gave way to more people who supported them.
The boys grew to become men. and suddenly their ocean is also glowing brighter than ever. the purple lights suddenly became uncountable, and covered the entire surface of the sea. the sky they saw was almost a painting made from space. those purple lights became the constellations in the sky for them, they were their pathways, their hope, their love. and by following those lights the seven of them truly became the star of the sea. the amethyst glow of their lighthouse was unmistakable and ships could never ignore that light. the sea became a galaxy, and they became the stars. and even if the feeling will pass one day they live in the moment. for now it's just them and their constellations, and to them no matter what they get, whether it's recognition or fame, those lights come first, as they were the light they needed when the night was dark.
you got me, I got you we got to heaven with you we were only seven we are not seven with you and we will be young forever and we will walk together we started with a dream and you took it to reality and the tides don't scare us now and the storms don't scare us now for we are bulletproof we are bulletproof with you
be my rainbow and I'll be the colours that fill you in and even if my paint runs out I'll pick up some string and my poetry
I'll string bonfires, valentine roses and passion I'll string sunsets, marigolds and enthusiasm I'll string candlelight, daffodils and optimism I'll string grasslands, gardens and harmony I'll string heavens, delphiniums and loyalty I'll string twilights, wild indigos and integrity I'll string galaxies, hydrangeas and royalty
and weave a heptad-coloured tapestry carved like the half moon for your shape and you won't be chasing rainbows after this my colours will guide you to the pot of gold
and if it were magic, honey there's none more fairytale than the prism after the storm
I want to give you a bit of context for this piece: first of all, hello :D my artist name is Lillian but my real name is li yen <3 my sister, as I have mentioned a couple times in my older pieces, her name is li hong. now for this context I'm going to have to mention a different language: Chinese :D
my name in Chinese is 俪言，and it used to be 俪颜. the old version means "beautiful colours" while the new one is "beautiful words". now for my sister her name didn't change and stayed as 俪虹, "beautiful rainbow" :)
this piece is dedicated to my sister, my twin flame :') I've been thinking of so much personal stuff and recently somehow my sister is keeping a lot of things to herself and I feel a little hurt by it because I used to tell her to not be worried and tell me anything and everything. just earlier today somehow she's not really talking to me and I don't know why :/ last time I used to say that since she doesn't do paintings and only does ink drawings I tell her that me being the one colouring pieces really fit our names. so this metaphor is uncommon between us.
rainbow also symbolise change and brighter endings. I hope that afterwards we will talk again. I can't bear not to talk to her. my mood is between 4 o'clock and don't (if u know, u know) and I don't like sleeping with a heavy heart because it reminds me of depression days. :/
you'll dream in daydreams with me, honey worth more than treasure troves of money come and dream in daydreams with me, darlin' come linger in poppy fields a flowerin'
let us wander in the land of the sun and the moon we'll skip through the corn fields like summer in June sunflowers and moonflowers will be in vernal bloom and the grass and the wind will whisper a lovely tune hear the swallows on the branches come afternoon watch the geese spread their wings of golden plume feel the grass sweep your feet like a magical broom smell the fresh moss by the door of a mushy room
let us run through the meadows where pixies dwell we'll admire the dainty daisies and budding bluebells spring captured this land under its flowery spell tis a sight you could see wishing on a wishing well listen to the townsmen singing folklores and tales the gardens of babylon would be here if it fell do a merry dance at the square amidst gold knells please the deities of flora at their heavenly vales
let us stroll down the arches of the arching willows we'll bid a pleasant hello to the gardening fellows the lush soil below us are as soft as cloud pillows a moist haven for seedlings to sprout tall and grow lend your curiosity to the professor's book trove for in his journal penned plants of places high & low and lend your awe towards the carvings in a row for a wooden sculpt of a rooster at dawn could crow
let us imprint our feet on the soft sandy seashores we'll glide through the water like flying fish shoals the glistening turquoise ocean is worth your adores and the sea's conch shells are like a mine's gold ores praise the beauty of the coral flowers on the floor while singing along to the ocean's hymns and lores the crystalline waters welcome your heart to pour the calm the salty sea breeze brings is hard to ignore
let us laugh in the cotton candy rose of dawn's light we'll stay up watching the never-setting skyline the aquamarine blue that fades into citrine bright is most gorgeous of any sky-circus showtime make yourself comfortable with a glass of wine on the velvet seats as the theater glows alight as for the comedy shows, we'd be given hindsight that the jester would make us clap with delight
let us weep with the timid-hearted stars of twilight we'll never tire counting the plethora of starlights constellations accompany through solemn midnight & the frequent flying firesparks made the mood right hazy dusk of mauve and gold is never out of sight it feels as if you're living on the clouds at this height the orange sun shall never come, if it wants, it might your daydream is up to you, even trees can take flight
you'll dream in daydreams with me, honey worth more than treasure troves of money continue to dream in daydreams with me, darlin' you'd linger, still here, in poppy fields a flowerin'
The night fell as swift as the day rose and we sought refuge from the chilly, gun-powder filled air amongst the ruins of our fragmented home, inhaling clouds of dust and soot from the wreckage and rubble and curling up like a ball atop smooth hard rock and stone debris in an attempt to sleep comfortably as if we were drifting to sleep between soft mattresses and velvety pillows. My exhausted mother, who’s back is slouched and her eyes puffy from crying, lit up a little candle and placed the flickering flare not far away from us before she joined us to sleep, huddling close and falling asleep amidst quiet sobbings. In the midst of the eerily silent night, I abruptly awoke to a faraway sound of a bombshell cracking the dry earth like a whip and my body shivered in fright, dread and fear taking over it. I shuffled slowly towards the little fire dancing in the cold night, my bare, soot-covered feet in contact with the icy rock slabs below me. Allowing the embers to embrace my shivering frame in warmth, my eyes did not leave the burning light until beads of tears cascaded from the corners of it as I started to sob in silence. Unlike the flames of explosions raining down above and the deadly and savage infernos that run amok across neighbourhoods and ravage the homes of many, this little candlelight was comforting and calming, like a lone star scintillating in an ebony night sky. In each passing day, the sliver of hope we hold would dimmer and weaken as tomorrow did not mean a day where puffy white clouds would adorn sky blue horizons, rather, tomorrow meant that we would still be glimpsing fiery scarlet sunsets at the peak of dawn accompanied by streaks of ash and deafening claps like thunder. We were told to build an armour from our fears to shield ourselves from these threatening dangers and this tiny flame crumbled it all, letting my scarred heart cut through the dead of night with endless bitter tears after months of acting strong.
#silence@mirakee@writersnetwork somehow managed to fit the prompt? I remember when I wrote this I tried to imagine myself in that situation. if my life was being torn apart right before my eyes would I be able to keep up a strong front when no one's watching? this was one of my favourite descriptive writings I did when I was still in school, and it still is :)
oh darling, hear me like you always do, but who are you?
while I stroll dust-ridden pavements you tread on star-studded universes– while I breathe in the hopes of dawn and exhale the anxieties of dusk you seemed to share a bloodline with the dainty stars and the gibbous moon– not a need to let yourself be known not a want to make everyone listen
quietly you watch I do not know where you are, however you hide amongst the curtains of the black sky you camouflage within the constellations you disappear into the dark canvas cautiously
oh darling, hear me like you always do, but who are you?
while I'm lost in my blindness in my dreams working your serene magic, you silently slip your quiet advice amidst my solemn slumber while I'm falling deeper into my deepest abyss with the utmost transparent touch, you almost embrace me, in a cold comforting way allowed me to pen diaries on your moons so that it's light would prevent me from sinking any further into the dark gave me a glassy shoulder disguised with raven ink to run my crystal tears on a cold comfort
and when the sunrise awakes peeking through the gradient pink clouds you depart like one waiting for the midnight train with your plethora of stars and placid moon
oh darling who are you?
---------------------- it's a bit late, I'm aware I said I was gonna work on the old guys
He envelopes the atmosphere around him, the reddish tinted skies with dark blue hues seemed surreal and out of a painting. A lightning bolt flashed through the sky like a shooting star. Barefooted, he shudders every time his feet scrunch the dead blackened leaves laid on the ground. There was no one in sight, the air was held tensely, there was pressure on his throat.
He feels suffocated.
Across the leaf-covered ground, stands a very tall and run-down building. It towered over him, making him feel small, tiny. As if he was a speck of dust in a sandstorm. Up close, the building resembled a hospital, just that it didn’t seem too welcoming with high dark gates that seemed to slowly corner his existence. He shuts his eyes, and he feels a hot burning sensation on his cheek, his eyes seemed to well up tears. As his eyes reopened to a blurry vision, he could barely make out a figure of a woman coming towards him.
He hears the slamming of a door ring through his eyes.
And he awakes again.
He wasn’t even sure if he was awake - everything around him was just darkness and pitch-black. All except his body which was weirdly glowing in a sort of way, couldn’t be made out as if it was covered by a thick blanket of a starless night. Suddenly, he felt a rush of pain that stretched across his limbs to his head. He yelped in agony, the ill feeling felt as if someone had grasped his body a little too tightly, yet when he looked down to check his arms, there were no signs of bruises or cuts or wounds.
Unlike the ordinary.
He is getting tossed around by invisible punches and kicks and unrecognizable objects break his landing. What felt like a door or a wooden board or a piece of glass couldn’t be identified as the darkness seemed to only thicken. At what seemed like an endless restrain, the beatings stopped almost abruptly and out of the blue.
He feels a ‘pang’ behind his head.
And his eyes flutter open again.
The light above him was so blinding that he squints and jolts up immediately. Surrounding him was like a void of emptiness. Nothingness. Loneliness. He walks around, water dripping from his dishevelled hair down until his knees, creating a puddle wherever he steps. There were distant sirens wailing into the air, it appeared louder as it was silent.
Or was it?
As he walked, his legs could feel the tiredness clambering up on him and his eyes were heavy and drooping. From somewhere, he catches a whiff of sweet-smelling food. Porridge? Beside him, he feels a whisper being breathed out into his ear. He turns to see who it was, and nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw next. The person inched closer to him as he scurried across the ground in an attempt to run away from that dreaded person who he never wanted to meet.
A voice echoed through the void.
His eyes flung open at once.
Panting, he found himself staring right up towards a late dusk dotted with a million stars. He breathes, the serene atmosphere calming his nerves and relaxing his mind. He pushes his hands on the grass, hoisting himself up to realise he was on a very large field. In a distance, he could see a flickering lamp post and a figure waving and calling out to him. He stood up slowly, and his legs started into a run that he had never expected. He races across the field like a bird in the sky.
Until he was pulled back, that is.
He felt the force of a muscular hand snaking its fingers onto the back of his neck. He nearly choked. The pull was so strong, his legs could hardly build enough friction to pull back against the strength. As he gets pulled in and engulfed by darkness, he sees the figure running towards him.
He picks up a familiar cry of a child.
His eyes remained closed this time, the irregular breathing and heart rate had decreased from a loud and unsteady beat to chilling silence. He feels a warm and gentle hand stroke the left side of his cheek. A mother’s touch.
And he never woke up again.
#dreamsc HOLD UP THIS IS CRAZY— @writersnetwork WHAAAT thank you for the like spam??? omg I just woke up I can't process this properly my mind is a blur—
to the ticket seller for the movie with the glitching screen, dimmed down lights, abandoned cinema with the empty popcorn:
do you sometimes wish to go back to the sky blue side of the trailer of the movie? where the cherry blossoms would don the side of the road as your car drives both of us down the streets of Kyoto, with laughter mingling in the fresh air of spring just talking about animations and characters;
do you sometimes wish to go back to the sapphire blue side of the movie? a touch of a hand got you giddy in the palms of eros, and upon an engulf from you I'd turn into a puddle just melting from your warmth. strolling through the stone-grey, windswept, empty roads of the station for yellow vans felt like yesterday, just too far away;
do you sometimes wish the storm blue side of the movie never happened, never played? the grey blue side that had it's own turmoil, the turmoil that never meant to cause the rain, never meant to cause the pain. the one blue side I wish never came that broke the arrows in our chains,,
all I wanted to ask was if you ever thought about coming thru this side of paradise, where we'd have conversations in the dark and we'd be fine with it because we would be each other's fireflies for the night.
they say the second movie is always worst than the first and I'd agree we didn't turn out as we would be than the start. we tried to find solace in each other but all we found was hammers that pounded us back. I said you saved me from drowning but you were going underwater sooner than I thought. I knew how to swim but diving deeper with you made me lose the light a little bit more every night.
still I told myself I'd give you back everything you missed at the ending of the first movie, starting with the unexpected epilogue dropped last fall. you deserved it because I didn't do what I needed to do.
I don't know if I can sit myself through the next movie that is already getting bad ratings from critical critics despite having golden carpets and golden curtains. I can't find solace in this other movie and I know I will never despite having almost all of my heart poured out to it. I feel so sorry for myself and ever more sorry for golden because there's still a part of me that yearns for the blue side of the movie that never seemed to end. blue and then black now, I know. you know. everyone knows.
I don't know why am I still seeking for reassurance from the blue side you once gave me and I don't know why you need to sit through this metaphorical, wanna-stay-hidden piece of crap when the whole truth is I don't know why I'm still writing shit like this about you.
why is it that everytime the sky gets dark or when the rain starts to pour or when the music dies out, you always become my dark muse? is it now a habit after the 6 months of sitting alone in that empty cinema and rewatching and rewatching and rewatching and rewatching the bitter ending of the first movie and alone and alone and alone in that bitter ending of a feverish love? but I don't want you to be my muse in the night, in the dark. but even the skies and the sapphires come together with the storms.
I wish you never wore black because you spreaded across my mind like the midnight sky
golden as you are, my dear sunrise, you fade too quickly
I wish your light shines on others soon
because even when dawn comes the orange ray streaked across your eyes are still so vividly coloured in my memory
and I'm so sorry my dear movie watchers, there's no movie to see here. but if you wish, help yourself to the glitching screen, dimmed down lights, abandoned cinema with the empty popcorn.
I don't know why I had the mood to write. felt like I needed to get this off my mind. this has somewhat a relation to "rainy days". I really didn't plan on this though. maybe I'll think of writing what I missed soon.
dedicated to the ticket seller that used to tell me that I was all he could ever ask for. props if you could get a ticket, the movie is of our downfall if you hadn't guessed it yet.
on a lighter note: I've reached a milestone of 50 followers!! whaat that's crazy! thank you so much y'all for sticking through my half depressive writings <3 I love all of u ♡
Oh myyyy goshhhh. Thank you so much team .This is a huge surprise.I was thinking about taetae while writing this . Aye it's my second PODThis is unbelievable. This is massive.thanks for the support and love . This day couldn't be any better . Loads of love @writersnetwork and @miraquill
@miraquill ❤you sure? POD (1) i can't put in words what it means to me seriously i don't even know if its worthy enough for pod you made my year forsure. I M GRATEFUL & I LOVE YOU❤ seriously this was unexpected it means whole lot to this kiddo :) *happy tears* Since this post gonna be forever one for me how can i not mention my dear ones you all are more happy than me i know. Sanam dii, purva dii, reetika di, bidya di ,rani di ,moonie, amruta dii, rajeev bhaiya, mona di ❤finallyyyyy you all know right Aqsa, mariya, buttery, sumii ,rimi, bhavya, shobhana, rizwan, mark, ❤✨i m thankful really.. Take my dil Thank you all
Thanku wn for repost (7) much grateful ✋❤ Thank you for EC (15) ❤ ily team #wnmeetssuro#mirakeemeetssuro _____________________________________________
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet -Plato ❤
I'm sorry for not reading you all. Lots going in my life but will read you all soon.
I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for lost cricket ball and other times I am surrounded with the dreading sound of silence which all dreamy poets name "the serene music of the world of words"
Once beauty columned upon my marble walls And people crowded on my gorgeous halls Watching flowers and fountains gushing under starlit Night Staring at me with sheer delight But soon my colour dimmed with every rising sun Time unfurled, my glory flung With faded beauty and dwindling bloom A brighter dwelling-place, now tenant-less, I exhume
Unspoiled walls now filled with dramatic arts A startling surprise from untutored hearts With quivering walls, a helpless creature I lie A ghostly graveyard athwart the owlish sky
Now , lonely I stand on the desolated ground Distant and deadened to the sight and sound In mighty suit , fortune hunters came To build a memorial heritage of the same
Snatching away remnants of my satiated life A foreboding poetry of a widowed wife
The night is lonely Thus, it's shedding tears in your name, as I hold a photograph and I look at you, My eyes fantasize us in another beautiful paradise where you will be my beautiful queen marching all over the beautiful palace your presence made you the talk of the town. Thus, when I walked anywhere I saw people talking about you , The moment everyone took your name, I saw them smiling all the time, as they already know you from before, like there was no tomorrow made by god I realise this with a heavy heart that you can't be my happy life, as you were already the light in someone's dark life.
My hands could feel all of its desire which I always dreamt together when I looked at your flamboyant glimpse, but the reality gave me an absolute honor making me feel like I'm suffocating to death when my brain was already mourning in your loss But then, I didn't give up I tried like a warrior each and every day, but I was not a good child in the books of beautiful destiny, so I decided, to paint you in my beautiful canvas.
My painting was a silent poetry meant for you, in the form of my pain, so I could still love you in fiction of my beautiful fairytale where you will be my only historical figure, my heart is blushing right now, as he would welcome you with his open arms, Our togetherness will be meant to have a special place in the history of beautiful stories, where everyone will know our names where Romeo and Juliet will be back again making the love float in beautiful constellation of fathomable galaxies.
Dying hopes, havoc mind, suffering from silence, here I came by, living soul but actually dead, meaningless life trapped to find the meaningful life.
Drowning under the depths of every burden, afraid to fulfill each expectations, with each passing seconds, with each Passing hour, with each Seamless effort, With undying pain, My soul tries to be in love, to be loved, so every inch of my lip starts smiling beautifully again.
I wish I could go somewhere far away find some beautiful Paradise, So I can accomplish my real Dreams, so I can talk to the beautiful stars, Where Happiness override each burden, I could only imagine this destiny, as I can't change my story.
The night is dark, as the body is filled with scars. There are no one to talk too, I'm desperate to talk with anyone, the word of 1.25 billion population, Isn't there anyone to listen my problem.? And then, mind starts to play a game, the favourite thing of mind to do, that thought "what if"?. I was already burried in my thoughts but then mind starts putting me into coffin. The reason of being doubted or people will make fun of me whenever I step outside. This is where my hell develops into unimaginable scars which never fades.
Here, the game of chess comes into my life, I start to build some strategy to encounter my demon friend, but he always remains one step up. I try this again, I feel like I'm strong, I feel like I'm some warrior who would eventually win. I search on Internet, motivating thoughts that give me some different sense of energy, it's a feeling like I'm alone vs the whole empire, marching towards me to win. After Attempts, I begin to realise, the king who rules always fall one day becoming a prey.
Then, I start running away. The more I run, the more this thoughts come and scare me. mind that made me unique all this years, gave me soo much of happiness, suddenly becomes my worst nightmare, which I wanna forget. After all this , I start praying to the angel who lives above, I request him to please remove this demon from my life, But sometimes god doesn't listen. I start to pray every minute of my life, realising this is my last chance, the only hope of my freedom.
Ahh, how unique is this, there are always 2 perspective, the one of whom you're inside and the outsiders, I mean your friend, your people. While you hide your scar from people, wishing they dont know . But then you're actually dying from inside. You smile in front of the world, saying you're fine, but you're , afraid of being Judged. While seeing others fine, those who are totally like you starts to hurt you more, you cry more, you take your Frustrations out by beating yourself more. You realise no one is going to help you.
The stage where you tried everything, but eventually you couldn't win. The end result matters. You think, I'm too bad for this world, it's time to go. It's time to end, I can't take it anymore. You think hours and hours thinking what to do, but your demon thoughts starts to horrify you, and you commit suicide atlast, saying good bye.
I was gonna die, as I didn't had anyone After all, it was my fault. I said sorry too but people had other options Well, i was improving. It was difficult overall, but I was fighting, But they thought I'm acting They made me alone, as I shed my tears throughout the night, When I thought my life was over, she entered.
Drowning I was in her eye, as she saw me. She was a magician, she made me fade in this perfect autumn, Jealousy was inside me, when everyone used to see her, Love at first sight exist as everyone said but I didn't believe, Well, her flamboyance made my opinion look wrong, Everytime she walked on that road, my body started shivering, I didn't know why? It felt like a scar, as I needed her, Everytime she stepped, I felt her footsteps, Ironically, when I close my eye, she came everytime on to my scene I felt it was real Damn, it wasn't After all, everything happens for a reason.
I danced idiotically, as I imagine her in the mirror, After all, my Life went on a different level I started breathing her, It was an addiction, as she drench in every part of my body, Damn wherever I walked, she came outta no where It made me difficult to concentrate, as I got fallen in her presence She made my life difficult , Her smile was only the reason which kept me happy.
As the road was gathered with the flamboyance of a tree, The days passed but she didn't marched her step, And I kept waiting for her angelic presence, But she was missing, wasn't she ? I started finding her at every edge, infact every corner Beacuse she was the only thing I wanted to touch, I wanted to see eclipse of her,as she use to fathom my heart everytime As it was the only reason why heart beat for.
And that's when I thought I got the reason to live, she disappeared What would you do when Karma bites you ? My life went back again through the dark, as I thought I'm not the one who deserve her, How could she leave me so unexpected ? I needed her It was the pain, which I couldn't explain, Relationship was with no one, There were people around me, Every time the people looked me, they laughed And with this essence of life, I gotten lost somewhere I sat in the dark, suicidal thoughts arise to chosen me I was not the real me after all And after passing the days, I chose to become a writer, Because this was the only place I felt alive, Now , that's what the destiny meant me to be And the boy inside of me still awaits knowing she will be back one day.