When a match is struck, a fire being with a soul, which may one day be reborn in a human body is born only to die a few moments afterwards. In every drop of rain, in every breath of wind, in every lump of clay is a living soul."
- Vardhaman, Translation by A.L. Basham
How can I call it love if it doesn't destroy me?
-epiphany
I tore my flesh until it oozed out poetries.
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There is no end to this. The time will turn its wheels.
Serenity does not exist alone. It will always be entwined with imperceptible emptiness and precarious moments leaving you in front of a spindle. The battle of possibilities and choices conceive our smiles and tears. So next time if your nightmare knocks at your door, make sure to kiss its forehead.
Her Schrödinger's cat, Fourth Insight.
If you felt a sudden lump throbbing in your chest when your narcissistic mother yelled your name; if your tears were so vivid but they chose to ignore it; if you sat naked in front of a mirror, with legs parted and felt disgusted by your own moans; if your texts to them exceeded the limit; trust me I feel you! Please don't give up, the spring is coming!
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Sixth Insight
Will you save me? For the last time?
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