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Thinking of things, I find beautiful,
sometimes makes me wonder,
if my heart is full of thunder.
Beauty to me is the pain of a protagonist
in a disturbing literature
where he suffers from the absence of her
Beauty to me is the emptiness I see
in someone entirely hollow
and though I wish the grief he could swallow
deeply I know,
this beauty I need,
for I am a hungry crow.

Thinking of things, I find beautiful,

sometimes makes me wonder,

if my heart is full of thunder.

Beauty to me is the pain of a protagonist

in a disturbing literature

where he suffers from the absence of her

Beauty to me is the emptiness I see

in someone entirely hollow

and though I wish the grief he could swallow

deeply I know,

this beauty I need,

for I am a hungry crow.

Love is the greatest gift, love knows no colour, no gender, no race nor can it be classified logically. Love is something that happens, while we are so busy getting our lives fixed. Love is a decision, it is a descision to let other people in our lives and share the moments, we are so afraid to endure solely. Love makes us find those, who love us for what we are rather than judging us for what we have done.

Certainly, some of my friends and mostly my foes might be amusing themselves, looking at me and knowing I am in pain. I am in pain because I choose to suffer.
I choose to be tired and restless. I choose to endure heartless, addictive kind of people and interact with them. But mostly, I choose to get lost, absolutely fall apart, fall in silence and for god’s sake never ever fall in love.
I choose to live in the darkness. I choose to forbid happiness and I have been waiting recklessly for something to change.
Although it might almost be time for me to realize that it is me who has to change. Get along with my inner demons and decide to be happy again.
Happiness is not created through people or places, it only exists because of brave little hearts, who decide to get up and move on, every time they have been broken. Happiness is a decision. And it is an education. I hope happiness will let me shine like the brightest star in the sky.

Certainly, some of my friends and mostly my foes might be amusing themselves, looking at me and knowing I am in pain. I am in pain because I choose to suffer.

I choose to be tired and restless. I choose to endure heartless, addictive kind of people and interact with them. But mostly, I choose to get lost, absolutely fall apart, fall in silence and for god’s sake never ever fall in love.

I choose to live in the darkness. I choose to forbid happiness and I have been waiting recklessly for something to change.

Although it might almost be time for me to realize that it is me who has to change. Get along with my inner demons and decide to be happy again.

Happiness is not created through people or places, it only exists because of brave little hearts, who decide to get up and move on, every time they have been broken. Happiness is a decision. And it is an education. I hope happiness will let me shine like the brightest star in the sky.