I've mastered the art of loosing myself!
Walking along the crowded row, he met the one he used to know.
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
A dream entangled with myriad dreams! And the souls tracing their string from the lanes of past lives.
The memories we carry ultimately dissolve into what we fundamentally were; the tiny wild flowers, the rapturous first kiss of a teen couple, the coral pink tints lingering over the sky, the flock of sparrows, the lo-fi melodies, the cup of cappuccino being slurped in the balcony. Isn't it cyclical permanence disguised as impermanence?
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Ninth Insight
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I tore my flesh until it oozed out poetries.
-epiphany
You've always belonged to this world,love! It was just a cruel, a meticulous sense of being alive unacknowledged which deluded the compassion within you to annihilate itself. Do you recall giggling as a child,when your consciousness was yet to take over you? Your sense of self was in unity with the universe. We can always revive the love we once were.
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Fifth Insight
They were sitting together silently and watching their shudders dissolving into sighs. Their oblivious stares weaving a music and tears making promises to make it up to sunrise.
Come my love, we'll dance till our feets no longer touch the ground.
-epiphany
Peaky blinders, S6