This week, has weirdly been the happiest. How can I say that? Nothing has actually gone right. Now! Wait. I manage to pen one of the most beautiful yet written by me, my amma called me fit, and I found out who I really love.
Come on... Life is just so thoroughly happy, that I can't handle it.
The poem link is the one I wrote. Icarus, a hero I love. Lol. Life is so complicated. My words are so corny that I could laugh at them myself.
Here comes, my explanation for writing that ~
Person of my dreams, has now become a dream. He lies among the cloud, a man as brave as Icarus. He had the same wonders, and yet fell, disappeared...the true mystery of how death finds us. A poem in favor of him, and of my own eager need to move on and live. Sam
Now, It is a true mystery. A mystery so intriguing, fascinating, and amazing.
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Introduction to Carlos Castaneda's Tales of Power
The conditions of a solitary bird are five:
The first, that it flies to the highest point;
the second, that it does not suffer for company,
not even of its own kind;
the third, that it aims its beak to the skies;
the fourth, that it does not have a definite color;
the fifth, that it sings very softly.
- San Juan de la Cruz, Dichos de Luz y Amor
The first, that it flies to the highest point;
the second, that it does not suffer for company,
not even of its own kind;
the third, that it aims its beak to the skies;
the fourth, that it does not have a definite color;
the fifth, that it sings very softly.
- San Juan de la Cruz, Dichos de Luz y Amor
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This blog has lived four years changing faces, changing voices, and chasing dreams. The writer, Samyuktha PC, is trying to live by finding stories, creating performances on stage, keeping secrets, running away on crazy adventures, and painting strawberries. She is currently has a pair of night-vision goggles fixed on to her face. She is combing the night for a punching bag and a pair of stark red gloves.
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