||A balance of good °
& bad •\\
Highest rank:- #12 in Poetry! [3/12/16]
Where I relate my life to the pieces of universe, only to make an incomplete puzzle.
Incompleteness is beautiful, isn't it?
So is nothing.
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Every part of me is working to create a universe, I've been destined to. But, the good in me is colliding to itself, destroying me At the same time expanding my universe, imagination. Am I loosing my good? If I lose my good, nothing left is what I'll have. This collisions within the difference in good, in me Instability is what I achieve. Instability is good, it creates bonds. I guess that's why broken people, Write the most beautiful poetry, Make the most stable bonds. I'm broken too, my mind broke itself. But, sometimes I form weak bonds just to feel complete. Force bonds, just to see happiness in someone else. I don't have to impress anyone now. Since, I'm the only creator of my universe. Thats why I find beauty in destruction, in bad. Maybe that's why I feel bad for loosing my demons, since they gave me completeness, Stability. Isn't that what we all aim for in life? To be stable, to be normal. To have a perfect bond, which no one can break. Or to be so satisfied with self that, no one is needed to complete the space left. But does true stability exists?
