I love it when the glittering stars surround the sky. Their shine awakens my hopes. Seeing the lonely moon reminds me of myself, and I feel complete. It's beautiful how my eyes shine with tears and get a glimpse of the blurry sky. It's sky, who's friendless. The moon leaves it as soon as it is dawn. This bidding adieu, reminds me of you. Everything is present, but not you .
Someone up there is filming the whole life of ours and in the end he's/she's gonna make us watch. Now you can either end up a villain of your own story. Or You can be a hero. Just make sure this movie is a beautiful one. It doesn't have to be a blockbuster. But It should be worth watching by you yourself. It's your movie and you should look like what would please you. If you can't do it for others then do it for yourself. Again don't act conscious as if you're constantly in front of a camera. The best part of this movie and the script is - You would have to stop pretending to be someone else. Your role is to act and show who you really are. Show your real self. An obnoxious person, A person who snorts while laughing, A guy with a dorky look, A nerd, A gigantically tall guy, An elf, A totally uninterested person, Don't change yourself envying others. Although keep enhancing your role each day. I would say what Bruno Mars would have said - You're beautiful just the way you are. Unblemished.
Many movies are gonna be 3 or 4 hour long. While some are gonna be short films but it's surely gonna be really touching ones. Some will have an animated one. While some others will get a pretty serious drama. But what I would never want is - your movie shouldn't be a remake of someone else's life. Make sure you create your own biopic freaking unique and special. So, Remember someone is filming us up there. Better make it a journey that would make your tears roll down your cheeks. The tears should not be because you're leaving. But because you gave yourself a good movie to watch in the end. Let us give our audiences ,who are us ourselves, a great movie to watch. Let us make this movie wonderful enough that would tempt us to clap our hands in the end. (Some of you can stand up and hoot for yourself too)
P.S. - I'm gonna ask him whenever I get up there - "Man!! Where are you saving all these movies huh!? You gotta be having a hell lot of space on your hard drive. Lend it to us man, we're gonna apply that technology down there."
But sweeheart To heal you need to accept, To accept that you deserve peace, space and happiness.
Acceptance will create discomfort Maybe , you will be tempted to deny that there are scars which still hurts a lot.
Healing is not as easy as it spells but it's worth every ounce of pain you have been through
Step wise step This process will cover up all the scars on your soul Don't worry about the marks , they are the symbol of your strength , How beautiful and powerful you have been through this journey of healing.
The pain of this process is like the pain of the labour of a mother who goes through it when she gives birth to a new body , Similarly once you will heal, Like that new born child It will be rebirth of your soul And rejuvenation of your heart.
we sang swing low sweet chariot and high to hell just for good measure. i strung up a few strands of lights on the carriage. so that you and i could walk together. always, till eternity. that's what you vowed too right? all tucked up cozy in our compartment jostling side to side. you already knew my secret i just wanted a companion. if you were broken i would have fixed you anew and brought you up to our home. the one we built with virtuous love and promises.
i could not promise peace and sanity but i did promise empathy. does she give you pastries, strong tea and a kiss on your forehead early in the morning like i had been doing? i still sit and scrapbook your present, your future and your past. does she do that too?
you know i still remember that day, when i looked into your eyes. i saw that even death was once alive.
as i rocked our baby in my arms when he was still my Nate not Nathan. below the ancient moon you used to walk past us so quietly. so that you don't perturb him. disturb us. i love his eyes the most because they are cerulean just like yours. Nate heard my every melancholic tale. the hopeless, the lost. all that hung down upon my neck like an iron weighed cross. i wish the disease and desperation of 20 years could shed antediluvian tears.
you know a lot of time has passed but the imprint of the wedding band in still on my ring finger?
the certitude is, dying in your arms doesn't sound like such a good thing anymore. this place was once our sanctuary, you were once my saving grace. you shredded my remaining dignity and made me a disgrace. it wasn't so much what you did. as you were the one to do it. your only explanation to be, you fell out of love. when you left, every morning felt like my mourning day. i felt worthless and stuck up in a loop. as i substantiated my body sinking in the world's throat.
did she cry when she gave up on her soul?
you were my everything, i actually speculated you knew me so well. but i was so wrong because my everything would have heard my cry for help. now i am a ruler of dust, how many deaths have there been before and how many more will there be after me?
you know i'll still love you. atleast till the traces remain.