Humans don't need to decorate themselves in gory make-up and fake blood to be scary. It's the insides of us - the darkness that lurks beneath the surface - that's what's truly fucking terrifying.
In a dream, I opened my eyes I felt your presence as I went close to an art, so beautiful yet so breath-taking like a blue and gold sunset, around me, there was nothing else but a pleasant sweet smell of your existence in the air, like a fresh ground coffee in my hand "where have you been to?" All I asked as I closed my eyes to hide the salty river behind a fake smile, when I clasped your hand you swift-swiftly rose like a smoke, slipped through my grasp and disappeared like a cloud. ~disappeared
Neither you nor I, can be burnt in a flame of reality when there is just fire running wild through our veins instead of blood, the red liquid that leaves no permanent stains on the skin, like our fire does for it resides in our flesh, indeed, it is something different from the rest, something beyond our insanity. ~the flaming bodies
They stole little Bridget For seven years long; When she came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back, Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake, On a bed of flag-leaves, Watching till she wake. ~ William Alingham
لوگ ہوتے ہیں غیر منطقی نامعقول اور خود غرض۔ پھر بھی ان سے محبت کرتے رہو۔ تمہاری اچھائی پہ وہ تمہیں شک سے دیکھیں گے۔ پھر بھی اچھا کرتے رہو۔ اگر کامیاب ہو گے تو نقلی دوست اور اصلی دشمن بناؤ گے۔ پھر بھی کامیاب ہوتے رہو۔ تمہاری آج کی نیکی کل بھلا دی جائے گی۔ پھر بھی نیکی کرتے رہو۔ سچائی اور بے تکلفی تمہیں غیر محفوظ کرے گی۔ پھر بھی سچے اور بے تکلف رہو۔ عظیم ترین انسان اپنی بڑی سوچ کے باوجود چھوٹے ذہنوں والے انسان سے مات کھائیں گے۔ پھر بھی بڑا سوچتے رہو۔ جو برسوں میں تعمیر کرو گے اسے لمہوں میں کھو بھی سکتے ہو. پھر بھی تعمیر کرتے رہو۔ تم ان کی مدد کرو تب بھی وہ تم پہ الزام لگائیں گے۔
You start a drawing, first you like it, then you think it's garbage, then you think you're garbage, of course you dispose it off because you can't dispose off yourself.
“Tell me again what you said at revel" he says “What?" I can barely think. “That you hate me" he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me." “I hate you" I say, the words coming out like caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. " He kissed me harder. “I hate you" I say “I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else. "
