violins play without surrender.
off key and without melody,
they scream and shout;
piercing my head with their
turbulent moods and desparate
and yet when they disappear,
and all that is left are
my own small thoughts,
their comfort becomes the thing
i miss the most.
“But once again, emotions are things which are chemically designed to create reaction. If we just ignore them, those thoughts of anger and frustration and sadness and happiness and love just absorb themselves into our subconscious, where they grow into monsters in our sleep. Let them free.”
Eyes share secrets. They share the souls of the wearer, the thoughts of the subconscious and the love of the other. They tell more about a…
Could never empathise with the hurt they cause. The least they could do is sympathise.
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