It's one of these days when you've the urge to write poems about how things can contradictorily affect us. it's about how that smile of the one you love could make your entire day or even your whole life with everytime you remember it that just the idea of it is capable of making you forget all about your sorrows in just a matter of seconds or how that cologne in the street that you suddenly smelled while you were wandering, made you forget about all the pain you're holding and regained your consciousness as it reminded you of that smell you'll never forget..as if he has never gone. it's how that soul holds all the fragility in the world yet still has the urge to act & react beautifully. it's how the laughter of that person in the street holds a combination of both emptiness and heaviness yet he's still able to survive every struggle he might ever face and spread positivity to those who lack self-love. it's all about these variations that make us still feel alive even if we've died hundred years ago.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
