Does time seduce destiny to be doomed?
How can I fathom hope if it’s always marked by detaching strings and foolish hearts?
I am irrevocably in love with wishful thinking.
To perceive little things as connecting scenes —
There’s something in you that I can’t explain —
But it always feels like swirling galaxies playing with my mind.
It feels like stars are in your eyes, that the very idea of your presence is to dazzle mine.
It is the feeling between deep sleep and wakefulness.
I am completely adorned by wistfulness.
Yet, you’re simple grace upon my sight makes me thrilled.
Elated, up high.
The minutes to last, profess to grasp.
Whenever I see children/people with Down syndrome I can’t help smiling to them because I always see them as angels. I saw someone yesterday; he was with his father, I assume. He looks so curious and his face is so bright. I look at him with a big smile on my face.
you’re welcome! i like them :)
I feel so deeply and deeply I get lost. That’s when I confuse a dream with reality. They make me feel that it will take forever to find the meaning of exchanging lives with every people I bumped into. I run wearing their shoes and chase whatever I see inside of them. I always find enigma, then I’ll found myself in a labyrinth. I know I must don’t care but I find people too quiet and too lonely, I find them too loud and too happy; there’s something wrong to have such intensity of feelings that can almost swallow your whole being.
We’re all floating on this infinite ocean. How little do you know about that it’s deeper beneath? You’re dressing yourself too comfortably, your lips are too much void of incertitude. Don’t live like the others. We’ll find faults when sooner we die.
I want to take your heart
And cut it into little stars
I want your mind
To write down my love
I want all of you —
Happiness could be
And for nothing