Doors To Dream Worlds

Are they just Pages, texts, words? Or are they something else?

That happiness you buy,

That does not make you think twice.

A apprehensive emotion overwhelms you, as you realize,

You are collapsing once more into that lockup,

That never lets you wake up.

Just like a drug, it hooks you.

Once you did it, there is no way out.

Yet, you are still eager for more.

That rushed feeling that wraps you around,

Making your skin shiver,

Sensing, as you slowly open it

The faintest whisper of a kiss.

Promising within, a new adventure.

That time when reality is shot down,

And you can escape without coming back.

As you turn one over, you sense that anxious awareness eating your inside body.

That curiosity that tingles under your skin,

Never letting you be. Refusing to stop,

Demanding for one more.

Just one more to explore.

As you enter that magical world

You open a life

Hearing distinct cries

Bashful laughs,

And Tentative Shouts

Books are not just words,

But doors to dreams worlds.

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Experience

What The Circus Meant For Me I remember when the circus was nothing more than a dream, but in the blink of an eye one of the best experiences of my life came to an end. It was not merely a memorable event, but a harsh slap in the face, the utter realization that life is passing by, and that we are indeed growing up. When doing the circus I became aware of the fact that every good thing comes to an end, and how important it is to be grateful and conscious of the times when positivity and bliss are bursting. The circus was a turning point which changed the way I saw experiences. I am still unable to get past the fact that it has come to an end and I honestly don’t know why. Different experiences are assimilated differently by each individual, and for me, it was one which touched me at a profound level. The realization that everything and everyone is brief, temporary, intrigued me. So much happened in those months that I was nothing but utterly overwhelmed. When it so suddenly con...

DisTrACtIoNs

The unsettling feeling, that tremendous distress. The darkness of the night seems appealing to my innner self, my heart is clenched with my own disappointment, bittersweet loneliness. The flickering amber lights welcome my wounded soul, the beat of the universe beckons me towards escape. I exhale a cold, grey, bitter cloud, as the sour cascade treks through my veins, warming, healing my self inflicted wounds. Sweet distraction, blissful getaway, on the edge, I swing and sway, mind disconnects; Not a single care in the world, as the pain, the guilt, those mortifying thoughts are gone. Feeling starts within my body, the lights become a little more intense- Is that a huge tomato talking? An overwhelming, euphoric sensation... Forever in this sweet dream, lunatic imagination.

Siblings:

A SERIES OF INTIMATE INDIVIDUALS The bond between siblings is not merely of blood, but of soul. They've seen the worst side of you, yet their love is unconditional. You grow and learn by each other's side, always supporting and having one another's back. That's the beauty of siblings, that unwavering trust and profound love, that fearless sense of protection for eac h other.

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