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I've always asked people what they think the most prominent human emotion is? Always have got an wide array of answers ranging from happiness to grief, all due to different reasons. But you know what I think? I think that fear is and has always been the most prevalent emotion in a being, not just humans but all organisms. And this fear makes us do crazy things. We earn because we're scared of poverty, we eat because we're scared of malnutrition, we love because we're scared to be alone, we wage wars because we're scared that someone will take away something that belongs to us, we push people away because we're too scared to be attached, and to feel. We thrive because we're scared of absence, of death. We live because we are afraid to know what happens otherwise. This fear pushes over the edge and makes us try harder to thrive, this fear is what makes us realize we're alive. The choices we make because of this, trigger a domino effect on all our lives. And these choices are what we have to live with. If I had the choice to go back in time, I wouldn't go to see the Queens performing live, although Bohemian Rhapsody still gives me goosebumps each time. I wouldn't go to live those old moments with everyone, although I'd love to. There's only one place I'd go back to when we were unaware of each other before the night when we set upon our own domino effect, just so I could meet you sooner and tell you sooner "Hey, it's me. Let's go out. I'm afraid. " I'm afraid of losing time. But, I guess that's what makes me human. -@societydriven_lunatic Art by 🖼️: @henn_kim //Thank you so much for such an amazing piece! _____________________________________ #letterstomyself #spilledink #bleedink #poetsig #instapoetry #black #dark #fear #writersofinstagram #time #fromtheheart #poetsofinstagram #poetscommunity #mirakee

Sitting under the night sky with you, as I look towards the blinking little dots in the immense heathens, which as per the schools of thought, have more meaning than the clouds or the air or the water. Maybe it's each of the twinkle that sends a chill down my spine or maybe it's just your breath grazing upon my neck. Every goosebump on my body that night conspires me to remember all the tens of thousands of minutes I spent with you. Or maybe it's just the chilly air. It wasn't always like this, I wasn't always this happy with anyone or myself even. I was always on the move, looking for a new experience in my life. Even though I was just living my days, I wasn't never cheerful on the thought of a constant. There was a time when all I wanted out of life was to leave it better than it left me. But I've been living a bit more freely and a little less cautious recently. I know what changed. You do too. With a little of your essence blending into my life, I have evolved. With the cold air sweeping in between us, I wrap the blanket around us tighter. You keep your head on my shoulder. We don't speak much at moments like these. You have always been great in mathematics. I wonder what you are thinking about right now, is it about me ? Or is it about this moment? For me it isn't that simple. Some days, I think about it all, from the very beginning. Others, I think about just today. But through my life of millions of variables , I think you are my constant. And without you, I am just an unknown quantity. We are intertwined to each other like birds to the sky. I am you, you are mine. Little more, nothing less. For @aish_293 Ps. Happy Birthday, love. Keep smiling and always love me ♥ -@societydriven_lunatic _____________________________________________ #fromtheheart #poetsig #love #letterstoher #bleedink #spilledink #nightsky #illustrated #poetsofinstagram

I'm running away from it. Like a hand from the earth,it rises and tries to pull me towards it. I hide in the corner of a building, thought it missed me. But then right when I'm calming down, it sneaks up on me and in the blink of my eye, rips my heart out my chest straight without a second thought. I writhe in pain for a split and let out a shout so loud, I go numb. The next moment, I open my eyes and see you lying right beside me. A streak of sun on your face, your glistening hair and your beautiful face — everything was fine. You are with me. Everything is fine. -@societydriven_lunatic ___________________________________ #spilledink #bleedink #poetsig #instapoet #nature #mobilephotography #vsco #vscocam #societydrivenlunatic #fromtheheart

If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love. And when you love someone you don’t stop, ever. Even when people roll their eyes, and call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. -Ted Mosby, How I met your mother. _____________________________ #himym #howimetyourmother #tedmosby #qotd #poetsig #love

A thought at night. ______________________________ #bleedink #spilledink #poetsig #writersofinstagram #night #black #mirakeeapp #wordporn #instapoet #societydrivenlunatic

“Hi. I’m Ted Mosby. In exactly 45 days from now, you and I are going to meet. And we’re going to fall in love. And we’re going to get married and we’re going to have two kids. And we’re going to love them and each other so much. All that is 45 days away. But I’m here now, I guess, because I want those extra 45 days. With you. I want each one of them. And if I can’t have them, I’ll take the 45 seconds before your boyfriend shows up and punches me in the face. Because I love you I’m always going to love you. Until the end of my days. And beyond.” *cue me sobbing* This always was and will be my favorite monologue from HIMYM. In a lot of sense, I'm just like Ted Evelyn Mosby, a hopeless yet hopeful romantic. -@societydriven_lunatic ______________________________ #himym #tedmosby #joshradnor #blackandwhite #love #letterstomyself #poetsig #societydrivenlunatic

Some things are never meant to be understood. She touches me without being anywhere close to me. Her faint breath lingers on my neck while I sleep here at night. Dive into her like a ocean in a summery night, treacherous and youthful. Yet like the winter's moon, with the wrinkles of concern masked by a subtle anger. Like the lyre of Orpheus, her voice raises me from the autumn. It's almost like a crime for me to not steal the touch of her lips, step away for a moment, take a look. Her perfection shining through the freckles on her cheeks, I take a breath of realization. Some things aren't meant to be understood, but loved. ❤ "Love her but leave her wild" -@societydriven_lunatic _______________________________ #atticuspoetry #bleedink #spilledink #spokenword #blackandwhite #poetsig #writerofinstagram #blackandwhite #love #hearttoheart #societydrivenlunatic #soulwork #letterstomyself

Does it happen with you too? That everytime you think about a certain song, a person pops into your head. That everytime cross a given path, glimpses of another person in the past pop into your head. Everytime you read a certain book, everytime you eat a particular ice cream cone at your favourite parlour, everytime you take out your year old poetry to read, it always reminds of a person or another. It's the habit of a human brain to form chains of thoughts, to associate memories with objects, to bind emotions to memories. A human isn't made of what he's doing but what he felt and made others feel. The relationship of a human's heart and his memories is much trivial than i can explain. But what I can say with certainty is that if you feel the feeling of being remembered and you remember someone yourself, you've done well enough. You've loved and been loved. You've left impressions on people's lives that they can't ever erase. One of my favorite quotes from the movie Remember me, " Gandhi once said, "Whatever you do in life is insignificant, but you do it anyway. Because no one else will". Although I say whatever you do in life is insignificant, but the fingerprints from the lives you've touched never fade away. " - @societydriven_lunatic ___________________________________ #bleedink #spokenword #spilledink #societydrivenlunatic #fromtheheart #word #wordshurt #rememberme #blackandwhite #vsco #picsart #poemsoninstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetsig #writingprompts #writerscommunity