I see words, but I don’t hear a voice. So are the words worth it, or is just another object which our senses can easily ignore. But what if..just what if..those words have a voice which is covered by a protective delicate shell thats just waiting to be cracked. Inside, it holds a message so dear, that it causes my heart to melt like a piece of ice gaining warmth for the first time. It causes my eyes to become a waterfall for which the drops feels sudden coolness of finally joining the other drops of water and feeling welcome. So dear the words may be that I just want repeat it over and over like like a recorder thats malfunctioning. This malfunction may just become the rhythm of my life for which I can gayly dance to.
But for now, all I see are words.0 notes / 1 week ago / reblog
Have you ever just exited the enthusiastic world and entered your own pensive realm. In which you close your eyes and just let every feeling, every drop of blood gush through your veins, and empower your soul? A place where curiosity ventures to its own fantastical destination of endless treasures. It may also be an excursion that is filled with rigid rocks that pierces beast-like waves and breaks it into microscopic pieces of candy glass. A wave that may simply have been a strong passion whose dreams get shattered and sticks to others in hope for support.1 notes / 1 week ago / reblog