"Love is not to be blamed when choices are wrong. Life is not to be blamed when mistakes are strong.
Cursing an existence Some spit on fate. Blessing a myth Some admire the same. Glorifying honesty Some live in pretence."
I am watching a million parallel lines sinking inside my pupils and creating bars around me. The walls melt down not to kill a boundary but to strike upon my senses. Walls stand again. They bear passivity Etched on bricks That states - "This metal lines of bar Are a creative prison."
I have loved sunset. more than that, I love the way crimson kisses violet before fading away. Impossibilities are homesick mortals craving myths, which aren't seldom pronounced as a desperate nostalgia.
"As everytime I drink eternity, I tend to spill all that's eternal."