Am Ende gibt es keine. Es gibt nur Hoffnung. . [In the end there is none. There is only hope.]
What to wait from the future, in the end of it all, the void : we are strangers of what would be waiting above us. To understand what we can't, to fill out a part of the void, just because we can't accept the unknown. In the end, there is none. Only places for hopes.
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[à la fin, il n'y a rien. Il n'y a que l'espoir]
Quoi attendre du futur, à la finalité de tout, le néant : nous sommes étranger à ce qui nous attendrais au delà de tout. De comprendre ce que nous ne pouvons pas, remplir une partie du néant, simplement car nous n'acceptons pas le néant. À la fin, il n'y a rien. Il n'y a que place pour l'espoir.
This book holds poems woven from dreams, a tapestry of fantasy and obsession, daring to explore the depths of my emotions beyond mere definition.
˚❀ . ˚ ✦ ✿ . ˚ . ˚ ✿. ˚ ❀
. ˚✦ . ✿ ˚ ❀ * ˚ ❀ ✦ ˚ .
For me every soul has a simple story, one that unfolds directly.
But when it comes to poems, they transcend the ordinary. They are profound, open to interpretation, deciphered through the unique lens of your own perception.
⋆。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽˚。⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
Soo..shall we uncover the magic within these pages, together exploring the spectrum of emotions and the captivating landscapes of fantasy?
Umm..I'll take it as yes (*≧∀≦*)
N PLS DON'T MIND MY DESCRIPTION
M REALLY NOT GOOD AT IT ( ̄▽ ̄)
◇Used Pictures are not mine
◇Source: pinterest
♡So picture CREDIT goes to the rightful Author*