For the things that define us,
The ones that destroy us.
To life and despair,
The unmatched pair.

For the spring blossom,
And it’s shades of blue-red.
To the autumn sadness,
They’ve gone, they’re dead.

For these early mornings,
The sudden bursts of sunshine.
To those thoughtful nights,
Spent in search for a sign.

For that twist of a smile,
and the tear of a cry,
For these things that perfect us,
The ones that try.

For the ones who see black,
As we think white,
It’s these feelings we lack,
That form shades of light.

For we may never know,
What is not and what may be,
What can be done or what has to be.

For we believe in destiny,
The hardest truth of them all,
The valleys wide and mountains tall,
We cry if we have to,
We die when we die.


The Clear Complexity

It’ll all end One day.
We’ll lose the ones we love, the ones that matter.
And nothing in this world can help that fact.

One day, it’ll actually make sense.
Things may get clearer or they’ll just remain complicated.
But in that fogginess will we find our hardest moments.

One day, the only things left with us would be the memories of the dream world that once was, but might never be.

One day, we’ll be alone, thinking about the mistakes, the moments, and the thought that perhaps it was never enough.

One day, we’ll understand how seconds really do matter to the tiniest detail, and it’s these tiniest of details that make our life
worth living.

One day, we’ll understand what it means to be happy, to have someone special, to have people to talk to, to have a life.

One day, we’ll regret the chances we didn’t take ’cause we feared our dream world seemed too real to be true.

One day, we’ll forgive and forget, repent and regret, loose and let our lives and our breath.

One day, we’ll understand how, in truth, it’s actually the sadness that made the happiness more significant, for smiles follow
tears and tears cause smiles, and that is the only constant cycle in our ever-changing cosmos.

Our World

It’s the things that matter,
And the things that don’t.
It’s the people who hurt us,
And the words they told.

It’s the ratios that change us,
And the constants we hold.
It’s the Love we fight for,
And the hate we ignore.

It’s the smile we live for,
And the happiness untold.
It’s the lives we change,
And the lives we fold.

It’s the dreams we die for,
And the Hope that we don’t.
It’s the sorrows we undergo,
And the tears that we show.

It’s the sadness we caused,
And the smiles we made,
The moments we had,
And the Love they hate.

It’s the world we created,
The one we built,
The one we cherish.
And the one we tilt.

Hidden Eyes

Behind the mask, lies a Voice, an overseen possibility, bold and understanding and confident.

Behind it lies an Expression, a shunned opinion, waiting to be acknowledged.

Behind lies a Hope, for joy and peace and equality, for love and recognition and kindness.

Behind lies a Personality, one with a unique perspective, a unique thought, a unique perfection.

Behind lies a Character, an infinite love that never asks, but only gives.

Behind the mask, lies a Truth, an untold reality, a solution to our sorrows, a reason for our happiness, a curse for our hatred, a consequence of our ignorance, and a blessing to our souls.

Behind the mask, lies a Vision.
A World. A Dream. And a Hope.

A Wonderful Smile

It’s that Feeling. The one I can’t explain.

It’s extraordinary how a simple smile can instill such a strange emotion.

It’s this feeling..
Vague but yet strong,
Simple but yet significant,
Diminished but yet noticeable,
Weak but yet powerful,
Small but yet diversified,
Happy but yet unique,
Loving but yet sweet.

It’s this tender feeling of warm comfort slowly seeping into every part of your body.

Like this warm and soothing liquid filling you steadily, making you feel pleasant and happy.

It ain’t happiness, it’s more deep than that.

You don’t smile.
It makes you feel like smiling,
But it doesn’t make you smile.

It’s the comfort,
The thought,
The wonderful realization,
That you are the cause for someone’s happiness.

And the fact that, that person actually does mean more than the world to you..
It makes you feel, Nice.

And no matter how much you fail every single day in your life..
That person can make you feel like you’ve just won the entire universe.

No words can describe it,
It’s not strong but not too vague.
It’s just there.
It changes you..not by it’s effects, but by it’s presence.

It makes you feel happy and loved..
But above all,
It gives you this extraordinary,
Simply beautiful light feeling,
Making you feel special.

This is, in the most abstract way,

Rational and Realistic

To Dream, is a Gift.
For the things that cannot be expressed through mere words, are the ones that are truly eternal and infinite.

Dreams are desires much beyond the world’s understanding.
Dreams are a Hope, for a better tomorrow, a happier world and a perfect future.

Never stop dreaming, never let your feet touch the ground.
Dream big and Dream creatively.

It’s only when we stop dreaming, that we allow reality to take control of us, that we let ourselves to be contained by these practical boundaries.

Life is but a dream. What is possible, is what we made possible. What isn’t, is what forms our dreams.

And, in that way, Dreams are not in the slightest way illogical, but rather reasonable and realistic.

What We Lack

When one looks at the world,
He sees nothing but materialism and contempt, selfishness and greed.
Many believe that the world lacks people that love,
Truth is, the world lacks people who love for a meaning.

Never, ever define love.
It’s only when we define something like Love, that it’s very essence is lost.
True Love is everything around us,
It is unexplainable, undefinable, limitless and dimensionless.
It is not contained by clear-cut boundaries or materialistic parameters.

The world does not lack love,
It lacks meaning.
The world does not lack strength,
It lacks the will to fight for the right love.

And it’s only when we realise that,
That we begin to experience True Love as it is,
Eternal and Beautiful.