Lonelyhours Stories

Generally, everybody is busy with their shifty life. It's true. Can u believe there is a thread of life dangling and moving around as a still lazy portrait filled with a rhapsody in a matchstick. Well read and feel the joy of life in a hard emotional journey.......... :)....do vote

Hi, I suck at writing but, here we go. Also, please vote if you're reading.❤

"And when you're sitting alone, Sad and awake... Look to the moon, Throw your worries to the lake."

my two am thoughts; my lonely hours

something incredible art work was in process. the clouds managed to gather around at one point, where they knew if they could give me one peek into their hollow, I would go bonkers. the state of art was tremendously enormous. I have often wondered about what they do beyond that gathering? I looked closely and I caught glimpse of calmness and paradise of hopes and wishes. all that was hoped and wished for- by every intrigued lover, banker, writer and dying men; lathered beyond. I could see all floating lies, that universe tried to fool us with. I was lost in the incredible lie portrayed beautifully for me. I couldn't find mine- neither wish, nor hope. not even my lies. I guess it was accepted by them. I could finally defy 'em. slowly, the sky cleared. the gathering was over, I saw nothing but plain sight. those 10 minutes of observance, gave me lifetime of thinking- are my hopes heard? are my wishes befallen? is this what my life is all about? wish, hope & lie. -R✨ @auroraatoyou PS: may my heart die, but love for sky will never. my life

Everything has its own reason for happening. It's now up to you how to face it.