So much did he love that it sold him out to the confines of insanity. His love for him ran deep down to interact with magma forming a compound indestructible. Yet all this was caging him. He didn’t notice.
Kissing towards the direction she left, he hoped she would feel it hence be attracted back to him. He invested time in painting the wind; casting his faith that this image will be raised high enough for her to notice. For all it was worth, he attention he craved consequently, his heart suffered breakage when none of that attention came his way.
Lonely days inspired him to smoke stars whose falling ashes he cast his wishes upon. Hoping this ashes will cause ailment on her to bring her home for treatment. Then he would get to see her. Just to see her.
Because she was religious, he made a temple out of his body where he burned scriptures much that every time he looked in the mirror, he saw smoke. Holy smoke which he banked on to bring her back to his arms.
Even when she didn’t come back, and he broke into pieces- he didn’t give up. Just by the thought of her, all his broken pieces curled into seeds to plant themselves into a new hope.
She became his music. For you can find music in places you can’t find air.
For you can find music in places you can’t find air?
Totally accurate.🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌
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Hahah!!!
Now I get what you told me.
This great or better sweet.
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Bitter sweet sounds better
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I totally get this!!Priceless.
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However vague my answer may be just know I tried to understand it….
It feels painful,what ‘he’ went through but yet I see some joy in it God knows why….
I liked it…I liked the emotions you put in and how short it was yet it felt like its meaning was long
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Seems like you really love / loved her
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awesome read ,Ray.
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Thanks a lot
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you can have a look at my blog pia… wwwpasspective.wordpress.com
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If a picture is worth a thousand words, then this without a doubt is a monalisa
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If a picture is indeed worth athousand words, then this is a monalisa more or less
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I’ll be honest. Sijaelewa. I really want to understand what this is but the language is brilliant for sure
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Imperfect harmonies…
Two people. One love. One loves but is not loved back. So he hurts but can’t help thinking about her.
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Thanks a lot
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hehe sema kunidescribe……lol now i understand. thanks
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I love the way you have brought out the idea,beautifully written.Keep up.
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A nice piece.
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This one spoke to me…….i love the metaphors you use
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thanks for reading
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