Sadness
I cannot write a thing about happiness, when I tried to, my mind would came up empty.
I couldn't find the right words or express it in the most poetic of ways. Sadness, on the other hand, was like a knock on my door I couldn't help answering, a lonely, solitary house in a gray field that held a promise of safety against the mighty, unraveling storm. I could write sadness in the most beautiful agonizing way; in its truest, barest form. There are words to reaped, emotions to sow—it that clings to you the way your skin clings to your bones.
Sadness, like blood, fuels your soul.
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Under The Late October Skies
ŞiirI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
