moon child 🌙

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కలలోనైనా చూసేటందుకు

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The next time you find yourself overthinking or beating yourself over something, picture something simple and put no thought into it.

Look at the trees slow dancing to the music of the wind.

Hear the birds singing to your sorrow telling you it's gonna end one day...

Take a moment to look at this bewitching world.

It's gonna heal you... The bleeding's gonna stop. And you're gonna live again.

I want to keep running till the air consumes me and I, it.

The cool sweat on my forehead is a comfort that I'm alive.

Alive...

But for what cause?

Do I just simply exist without being bothered by the unkind happenings around me? Or do I actually do something about it? even if I do, will it make a difference?

The apathy of some humans bothers me to a point where I question the virtue of the humankind.

Is it worth being a human??

so I look up towards the sky and ponder.. can't I just be a bird and fly away or bloom like a flower and die eventually?

Or do i continue to live, suffering and hoping that the earth will eventually work its forces to expunge the ignorant, ungrateful earthlings.

☘️💀

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Why would you make out of words

A cage for your own bird?

When it sings so sweet

The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?

when there's no sync, rhythm or harmony, the dance becomes chaos,

... the wounds will eventually gape open leaving an eternal void..

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