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A secret get away, an unburdening of thoughts. My selfish retreat, a fraction of tranquillity in a world of chaos. Piece by piece she felt herself float away. Regretting, grieving, longing, wishing- they were all but feelings. Feelings she was slowly beginning to dissociate from. She was numb, completely stagnant. Floating in an abyss of nothingness. She no longer felt the need to connect. Secrets, his and hers.

The journey of thousand miles begins with a single step. They look at her and tear up. Poor girl on the wheelchair. She cannot even properly walk. Her life must be so difficult . On International Day for People with Disability.

Coffee cups, whiskey pegs, old books,. Your skin your breasts and the ridge of the ribs. Dear girl, from past, recent and distant. Stop waiting,love, you have no fear. The night has passed, the day aged to perfection. The amber evening comes slow and long. It knows you want soft touch on stiff flesh. Let it, let it, on you, around, inside you. Open your bronzed thighs and fill the world. With the aroma of your hesitant lust and want.

Inactivity is impossible in the workshop of Nature. The only thing that endures in time is change. Stroking the wind arcs,. Floating on the numeric dark,. Thistles of infinite lauds,. Grope life out of the star,. Once, shined and stalled,. The fateful maneuver put forth,. The unveiling travels scratch those remaining avatars. Originally posted on Human Writes.

40 Rules of Enlightenment! About those types of Women! August 13, 2015. I wonder why are they like this? Is that a problem? Oh wait, no! .

I am your opus, I am your valuable. Mdash; Leave a comment. Places mold into faces, all together. In a cauldron of abhorrence and resentment. On a pearly body awash in moonlight. Buzzes wearily around the window bars. All night, a daunting, faceless monster. Screams its way through my mouth.

The Light with a Soul. The Magician and The Musician. Words within Worlds, Worlds without Words. In Search of a Requiem. The Magician and The Musician. Words within Worlds, Worlds without Words.

Through this blog the writer would like to highlight the beauty and happiness in life as well as the things that pain and affect us which we through our actions can modify and improve them. Urge to Learn Are You There? April 27, 2015. Where had the urge to learn gone? Yes, we too learnt things by-heart but never Math or practical subjects where understanding and learning the concept was of sole importance. But are these children to be blamed? Its because they.