Revesmecaniques - LOIN D'ICI

#enough #love

Untitled by Laura del Rosal Migoya

Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90. Time is a concept that humans created.

Yoko Ono, 1977  (via bl-ossomed)

We'll be whatever our imagination allow us.

Sometimes I think of the old days

Those where your eyes were nothing more than an unsolved mystery

Back when your mind was Inaccessible and your heart refused to give in

What have I done? What have I done? To you.

I'm an abyss, everything comes in but nothing ever comes back out

I'll suck your soul and crash it into little pieces of lost hopes and big dreams

Will I ever be enough?

Am I dragging you into this unbearable insignificance?

Should I set you free from the curse of ordinary and mundane?

There in the crowd, we're just a number. Only that and nothing more. No one will jump or shout or cry to our command.

And that's the awful truth, maybe we're only meant to see the life from afar. No spotlights. No curtain call.

The guilt always comes creeping in. I'm secretly so happy in this eternal nothingness. My heart rest warm in your pain.

These apparently insignificant moments, the ones we easily forget, the ones that rarely leave a trace in our memory, these are the moments of pure bliss. Happiness truly lies in simplicity, there's this unexplainable beauty in ordinary.

Feeling grateful for the gift of his company

DEEP GRIEF

Kris Knight

from Never Never, 2015