All you have to do is breath and let go. Yet, sometimes I feel Claustrophobic in open spaces. I'm anchored to the ground. It's difficult to move on. My emotions are my weakness, people use them to walk all over my soul. You can't outrun pain, you only get to choose who has a right to inflict it more. It hurts to see how the people We love are being snatched away from us. Darkness isn't your foe, it's a constant companion that feels lonely just like you. It understands you, that's why it embraces you. Its just like a blanket destiny uses to tug you in. Some emotions are dear, yet Love is the most cherished amongst them all. Maybe, that why it hurts when they ignore you. Couldn't there be any other way to make them understand that you too have a heart that beats, you too are a human. Maybe, they will never know the way you felt. Maybe, they never cared for you. You are merely a pawn in their game of chess. The dead have the privilege of silent minds and cold hearts, Maybe that's what nature wants us to know, eventually you will all turn cold. Why not start from here till you walk Up to your grave. I hope that you looked at me the same way I looked at you. I hope that this hope stays alive. -unfelt_moments. #pod#mirakee.
This one loves to dance to the drums of her soul. She writes effortlessly about longings and her love for nature. I take great honour in introducing to you @hizmoon I hope that you enjoy her work. #mirakee#pod
Old bards and writers, here is a young soul Reflecting nothing but happiness and motivation through his works. I want you take a look at his work and encourage this young one to grow. Introducing @naflannel
This is a short series (maybe) titled as- letters to love. It has nothing to do with my life (keeping it fictional). So here is a diaclaimer- if any of the characters are related to anyone alive, kindly let me know the next step in that tale. I may be inspired to improvise mine. Read the previous letters, prior to reading this one. #mirakee#pod