Infj Girl - Blog Posts
Sunbeams swam across the horizon, but you nurtured a pounding wound inside your chest. You just walked away, but could barely stretch your fists at them. No you were not kind ,you were agonized. You eventually learnt to grow flowers in your eyes and creepers in your ribs and kept rowing through the same eras our ancients trailed.
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Seventh Insight
If you felt a sudden lump throbbing in your chest when your narcissistic mother yelled your name; if your tears were so vivid but they chose to ignore it; if you sat naked in front of a mirror, with legs parted and felt disgusted by your own moans; if your texts to them exceeded the limit; trust me I feel you! Please don't give up, the spring is coming!
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Sixth Insight
Serenity does not exist alone. It will always be entwined with imperceptible emptiness and precarious moments leaving you in front of a spindle. The battle of possibilities and choices conceive our smiles and tears. So next time if your nightmare knocks at your door, make sure to kiss its forehead.
Her Schrödinger's cat, Fourth Insight.
What if dysfunctionalities are the only sane way of living? What if abnormalities are the only norm? What if all social constructs are the most insane structures laid out to live an ideal life? What if objective reality never existed and it was a mere hallucination? What if they could hear the music Nietzsche was talking about?
-Her Schrödinger's Cat, Third Insight
When a match is struck, a fire being with a soul, which may one day be reborn in a human body is born only to die a few moments afterwards. In every drop of rain, in every breath of wind, in every lump of clay is a living soul."
- Vardhaman, Translation by A.L. Basham
A dream entangled with myriad dreams! And the souls tracing their string from the lanes of past lives.
They were sitting together silently and watching their shudders dissolving into sighs. Their oblivious stares weaving a music and tears making promises to make it up to sunrise.
There is no end to this. The time will turn its wheels.
I've mastered the art of loosing myself!
I'm not sure if I know too much of the world or nothing at all. I'm crying along with the broken hearts yet I'm singing along with the birds. I always wonder who am I. Maybe I don't even want to know.
My silence is terror.I keep staring at my doom.You can't pull me out of it.I'm burnt, I'm drowned,I'm torn. I'm everything that can't be viewed!
-epiphany
Such a sin and salvation to love yourself.
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Everything was falling apart, Only loneliness was well lived.
Heartstopper
Come my love, we'll dance till our feets no longer touch the ground.
-epiphany
I'm hoping to love myself one day, but I'm getting perished in the process!
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To walk down the night through the stars, just to melt in the mellow morning beams, peeping out through the fog!
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How can I call it love if it doesn't destroy me?
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My longing weeps for everything. My longing shoots back at me, to kill or to be killed.
-Mahmoud Darwish, Fewer Roses 1986
Walking along the crowded row, he met the one he used to know.
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
I tore my flesh until it oozed out poetries.
-epiphany
Art - Kawai Gyokudo (1873-1957)