midnight thunderstorms

finding home in unfamiliar places, watching raindrops fall & drip down the windowpanes, fiery eyes, feeling most awake in the early hours of the morning, playing music too loud, a love and hate for solitude.

Deep Thoughts #3901

Making someone laugh after they've just finish crying, is one of the most beautiful things to ever exist.

White

blowing curtains. spring breeze. a cup of coffee and early mornings. bright smiles that are always genuine. freshly cleaned mirrors. gentle whispers, they never raise their voice, nor do they ever need to. doves nestling together in trees. always honest. classical piano music, and frames with colored pictures from kids. clouds bringing just enough shade on a sunny day. the only way to treat another person is with kindness, and anyone who tells you otherwise is wrong.

restraint

the things you choose not to say are the things that i listen for the most...

the wine

Some may wonder where I get time to think of things to write. Thets easy. I don’t need to go out of my way, because I think and feel deeply by nature. All that’s left is to record it well. Of course, I could hold back from sharing these writings, but would I rather be the bottle, or the wine?

Always

The things that are just within our reach, the ones we are almost going to get, and then they slip from right between our fingers, those are the things that truly make us wonder who we really are, the ones that truly make us question our worth, the ones we just might think about, forever.

Deep Thoughts #0992

Humans are fascinated by languages, people and places that they don't understand. It's as if they've tried to understand the things around them and they just want to get lost in things they can't comprehend anymore, just like the when they were kids. The childhish curiosity and fantasy, to find something completely new, to conquer more, to grow more.

calendar

i.   there are days when my stars align just for me. my inner cosmos telling me to write about everything. my inner cosmos telling me to expand the universe within.

ii.   there are days when my stars collapse. i am made of pure darkness. i am made of pure anxiety— terrified of not seeing the sun again.

iii. there are days when my stars rise—   like the infinite suns that they are. illuminating my being.

reference

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone’s so shocked or impressed that you’re baring your soul, while to you it’s nothing, because you know you’ve twenty more layers to go.

the summit

I am building a stairway to the stars. I have the authority to take the whole of mankind up there with me. That is why I write.