some mistakes are too delicious to be done only once.
Sometimes, some things just have to stay even when others have moved on...
sometimes, we don't know that we have already learned because we focus too much on getting up, shaking the pain off, and moving on...
dreams are but our subcioncious' way of screaming the fallacy of reality, yet reality is what we make it to be. sometimes, all we need is to see the thin line we're walking on, and knowing where that line leads and where we ultimately must stand. and oh, metaphors have this habit of unmasking emotions where it ought to be masked. damn traitorous metaphors.
Originally Posted by Dorothea I'm still trying to understand this post. It's awesome but I can't grasp it fully. Gareb, what can I say? I am suspended in eternal fascination. what can i say? even my dreams are made up of metaphors longing to be literal. and sometimes they are, nightmarishly painful at that. my apologies. i am still trying to grasp at the right words to describe some harrowing emotions that bled from my dreams into the real world.
I'm still trying to understand this post. It's awesome but I can't grasp it fully. Gareb, what can I say? I am suspended in eternal fascination.
The eyes, a window to the soul, reflects so much things that one cannot understand and/or explain. (This reminds me of those pause moments upon staring at one's eyes.)
goosebumps! sinister!
just enjoy your life )
Originally Posted by Dorothea how can a demon-infested brain cool down when you give it cuddle-conducive nights? brain cools down. less activity. i cannot say the same for other parts.
how can a demon-infested brain cool down when you give it cuddle-conducive nights?
Originally Posted by Dorothea When one transitions from human to vampire, this is what happens. Hallucinations. same thing when the brain snaps from starvation. or a mental breakdown from too much sorrow. or too much drugs. or too much love.
"...as you step away from them, begin to lose their individuality and start to become just a part of a grand whole..." it gets even better when you start learning the fundamentals of orbital mechanics Great read, J. -RODION
Originally Posted by Dorothea And why Allah? Shouldn't it be Zeus? simply because he was, by accident of birth, born a Muslim in the once-enchanted land called Marawi.
One's hesitation is the only tool that can clip one's wing(s). Why wait for the father to die when he can grow his wings back and tell the world that he can fly?
very nice.
feels like a dream.
great post)
Gareb, you remind me of Pablo Neruda, maybe not the literary style, but because of the emotions that your writing evoke in me. Your words make me think, make me feel...you have such talent. The magnitude of it awes me. When you publish your work, I will be in line wanting an autograph. You were born to write, Sir. And I am a fan.
His heart needs a pacemaker, maybe? Another great post from you. Keep 'em coming.