Quickly fading; coming to an end, reminds the mind of the undying sin.
Knowing true intentions; unravels mostly in conversation.. . .
eep straight the path that leads to light;
when everything seems to turn into a fight.
Leave it be and let it go what isn't meant to be that turns so cold.
Lies come around way too soon when the darkness around the moon comes to a closure right along with you.
Bother not around petty mess, noone has time for that..
About the Creator
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti4 days ago in Fiction
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