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eighteen century, I adore you

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    #lost
    2077/03/26

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    Lost in thoughts

  • fairytales_ 17h

    2077/03/25

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    Solipsism

    Since the day I acknowledged my existence as a human. I had this strange question. Who am I and what exactly is the mind?
    Why am I, person and not the purpose? Everyone strives.
    Why is the mind so incoherent?
    Occasionally I reckon extensively about the truth and assume it's just another lie and we have the sovereignty to restrain courage the way the individual prefers.

    Back then, I used to close my eyes, avoiding the fact clashing to see phenomenal aspects, yearning to feel excess exotic, in the hope of revealing miscellaneous aspects of the universe.
    Drowned abundantly in the thoughts which took me extremely below to the ensuing Universe. The sun which was supposed to be in distant was so imminent, I could feel the burning sensation but it didn't hurt my skin. I dreamed to touch the horizon, could see it arising closer but never gained a victory over it
    I flew on the surface which was red in colour, wishing it might transform to black, I flipped my hand mumbling some terrific mantras. Believing I had the superpower to change the shades of hues. Some ingenious part of my brain wanted to feel the moment and lull breathing but even imagination was controlled by some unseen force. I understood it was just a hoax manipulated by my mind but still, I rejoiced every bit of the illusion. That world was very remarkable from the one I formerly lived. It was marvellous, some part of me aspired to live there forever but another part of me yearned to come back to my own realm.
    The mind is you, a reflection of your impressions
    I'm nothing, nothing cause I know nothing even the things I know is nothing.

    You have the ability to change anything in the world, change your thoughts first before it suppressed your own beliefs and question your existence.
    ©fairytales_

  • fairytales_ 2d

    2077/03/23

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    Love

    Let's meet again before it's too late
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  • fairytales_ 3d

    2077/03/22

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  • fairytales_ 1w

    2020/03/20

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    ©miss_flirt

  • fairytales_ 1w

    Colours

    Early sunrises render red hue
    and create orange which bestows
    amusement in the sights while
    gazing at the blue and grey sky

    The white afternoon gives rise to
    the delightful green nature which
    allots yellow peace to the soul
    amassing optimistic enthusiasm

    Dusky pinkish sunset soothes the
    erratic black heart and make it
    stable granting fresh confidence
    and delicate hope for tomorrow

    #colour
    2077/03/18
    Pc' Geulgram

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  • fairytales_ 1w

    #poetrywednesday
    Pc' Geulgram
    2077/03/17

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    Rotate your phone a little.
    2077/03/17

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    Why do I write?

    Writing was
    never a choice
    neither an alternative
    I don't write to escape
    actuality or to chew agony
    I don't write to betray the time
    or to enjoy the movement either
    For me,
    It's natural
    to write same
    as breathing and
    writing is in blood
    which flow through
    my veins hands start
    scribbling automatically
    when im sad or delighted
    passionate or either sluggish
    Writing is the
    freedom to portray silent
    voice in the form of words
    without the fear of being
    judged writing is the peace
    of mind and the happiness
    Most of the
    the time I just write
    to boost my energy
    But sometimes I write
    to suppress cruel reality
    and create a beautiful
    fiction named fairytales






    ©fairytales_

  • fairytales_ 1w

    2077/03/16

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  • fairytales_ 1w

    #forlorn
    2077/03/16

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    Forlorn

    Every day she wakes up
    seeking for a motivation
    to endure the abandoned
    hoping diverse aspects of
    existence would emerge
    Her bewilder forlornly heart
    would catch a glimpse of
    exotic sunrise again
    ©fairytales_