Posts Tagged: Weird
Tickling. These are not tears, Just tickling in my stomach, Or moths in my heart, Or whatever. But not tears. They look like water drops, And taste salty as they drip, Across my cheeks and lips But these ain’t tears.
It’s a Rush, Bird “You know… the airport is the only place you can walk around with no shoes, a glazed look on your face, and sleep on the benches and no one judges you.” ― Coriander Woodruff, The Call
It was a moment of clarity. A moment where you understood the entire scheme of things going on around in the nearby of your thoughts. It tells you all about the big and the tiny details that you were thinking
Mostly it’s a space-time bubble When we meet- Our ages: some random integers, Our location: some random GPS setting, Our getup: one from some random novel. Rain, hail, snow or air – The Met department couldn’t get it. We meet
I feel alive even though it’s all dead, Like thoughts streaming from a zombie’s head. I am a star without skies, I cry without tears, Cause once I was captivated by those black eyes, But I still