Perhaps the most perfect thing about my time here is that in one moment I can absolutely love life and totally curse my existence for different and overlapping reasons.
That, in one moment, I am utterly thankful for all the stupid small things and completely unhappy with the state of things at large.
That everything - music, colours, life, love - is, beyond a shade of doubt, tumultuous and yet alive in every notion and aspect.
That I am who I am and though I totally hate who I am, I wouldn't change anything. That I can look forward to silly feel-good movies, and dream and talk and retain a shine and twinkle. Possibly, I am describing some sort of bipolar attitude here but hey! What is the point of all of this - all of THIS - if one cannot feel every single expression and emotion that may come their way?
I'm completely lost and I dont know what the fuck I'm doing with my life. I know I'm meant for great things but that definition is relative. All I know for sure right now is that everything is imperfect and perfect and beautiful but destroyed.
And you wouldn't want it any other way, no, because then neither could you appreciate the beauty without pain nor pain without beauty.
May the beautiful destruction never end. And if it must, may every last drop of love and emotion and thought be expressed before everything finally shuts down for the turn of the era.
About Me
- Stella
- I came. I saw. I yawned. I deliberated. I laughed. I cried. I spoke. I yelled. I felt. I empathized. I travelled. I was amazed. I ate. I raged. I fell sick. I synthesized. I held an opinion. I painted. I wrote. I voted. I fell servant. I commanded. I articulated. I broke down. I shared another's pain. I held hands. I kissed. I loved. I was loved. I have yet to conquer.
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