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Photo by  Barth Bailey  on  Unsplash I pushed the entrance door but I couldn't open it I pushed harder but is stayed intact no matter what I had attempted it had never left a single impact I pushed myself forward dodging whatever came along I thought I knew better as long as I moved onward I had dismissed everyone that might be a part of my path, carelessly, I kept dodging whatever came along I wish I could have some remorse for the path,  I thought I had taken but  I was just never going in any direction I was constantly avoiding migration towards what I felt would make me go onwards what  an inner digression

Photo by  Matteo Kutufa  on  Unsplash Why  do you  go to that same place time and time again? You  circle the premises of an abandoned place that remains bypassed You circle the premises search for the broken and seek to bring  together fragments of their broken hearts Why do you go against the flow why do you love the broken, with the shattered heart? I tried and failed to follow your soul, one that endured and collected bits and pieces of the broken One that endured and never could turn a blind eye on a passerby's pain

Photo by  Manouchehr Hejazi  on  Unsplash “ Possessed ” | 9 out of 365 A pursuit of what you imagined was real, of what others tried to conceal You have been repressed and put your voyage on hold, but you had fought back had shed that weight that made you feel  as if you were possessed you had fought back you knew  that you could prevail you’re on a voyage to abolish that distorted hiss, and to evoke the inner peace you can  expose others’ tales conquer the despair and fulfiil your desires @presnyakov.julia

Photo by  Nong Vang  on  Unsplash “ Nevermore ” | 8 out of 365 Untold anecdotes, pages and pages of what we  once were, recollections we no longer had shared memories   nevermore remained the same nevermore pictured what  we might have had memories  had transformed throughout time shifted their shape enabling our grand escape anecdotes of self-reflection and regret, unveiling unbounded passion that had begun with  a premature impulsion @p resnyakov.julia

Is there any antidote to the engulfing sorrow? Downbeat, I was unable to flee from the ravages of my own dolor I was fumbling to find a light rummaging for a crescent moon or a hidden star I was fumbling to find a light that will point to my freedom to a place distant from the lurking inner scars Yet, I was unable to flee from my own scars, as the freezing embrace of the darkness gently steered me towards my own madness

You said you were sorry, that you’d make amends, but, all you ever did was to trip over the threshold instead Your love was unwieldy, as you kept tripping over the same distorted threshold, as if you’d never looked ahead, only broke your promises instead That distorted threshold, was inherently corrupt, I knew it your love to me was oddly abrupt I should have known it As you kept breaking your promises, pushing me slowly further and further away I should have known it I was passionately taking part in your vigorous play of deceit

I believed the vantage point was in my favor, Poignantly I’d disregarded your embellished truth I supposed I could and took a leap of faith, Your elicit silence only echoed from afar Unknowingly I’d stood on the edge of the precipice, Waiting for your pledge I’d beheld your moves Unaware of your embellished truth, You’d directed your verdict from the very start

It was half-past seven on a summer night, People were strolling outside, Aimlessly, looking for an adventure walking on the meandering path It was half-past seven A father with his son and daughter were playing outside their happy laughter could be heard from afar The sun was still blazing For a brief instant, all my worries were dissolved I was in the present moment Watching the city hustle and bustle from afar I took a deep breath wishing for it to last Just for an additional moment, I wanted to forget my past.

Let's face it — how can a person describe his/her quirky traits or behavior? The thing is that what I find quirky can seem completely normal to someone else, right? Or, my quirkiness might seem a bit strange, not in the most positive way. So what does even “quirky” mean? one of the many definitions is — “something that is strange/not normal but cool.” My list must be odd, that’s for sure, please note that there is no specific order: 1. Books / Wet grass /Perfumes/Detergents /Gasoline scents. It had all started when I was a young girl, That’s when I’d begun to get intoxicated with smells — of all kinds. The smell always had some kind of consoling connotation or a reference to an important person in my life. I remember liking the smell of cars’ gasoline, I could just smell it until it had made me feel nauseated. There’s no particular reason for it, maybe it was due to my father’s deep love for cars, and that’s how my mind connected the dots? My mind

nascent turbulence veiled twinge forthwith, it will commence prevailing over your yearning the pain stings and makes you numb adhering to the truth that with the budding hopes there are burgeoning woes adhering to the truth that with time nothing really changes your soul silently aiming at a distant point that you still are afraid to conquer forthwith, it will commence the inner battle inanity against vanity vanity as the initializer for imbalance versus inanity as a purer glance an insight of the inner hurdle © Vera Tatrov || Place: South Korea

Lost inside my head. Utter confusion. It can seem that there's an entire day full of possibilities, but once you start to check off tasks from the daily mental checklist, it seems like you will never be able to get to the 2nd or 3rd item on the list, as the 1st item execution drains out your energy entirely. During work hours, I have managed to escape this beast that was tantalizing me on my days off. At work, it seemed like I was doing fine, I could focus on the daily tasks and finish most of them by the end of the day. Maybe in retrospect, I was not doing so well, I felt always so self-conscious and my clients managed to push me to my limits. I remember numerous occasions on which I raised my voice during conversations on the phone, which was not at all typical, and there were times I was crying the entire conversation and trying miserably to disguise it. Going forward, I was trying to analyze and understand what it is. I was scrolling through my Pinterest app, looking

Muster the courage Is what you told me “I wish I had the strength” My mouth murmured I wish I could get out From the darkness I am being weaved to I wish to erase my harried face from your memory just erase it all No matter how small Or big it seemed I want to start again The confused heartbeat silently beating to your harsh words Yes I have plunged into the depths of the sea afraid of divulging what I tried hard to never confide I wish I could get out From the hell that I gently sank into Your look pierced hard through my flesh but I’ve never moved forward I felt that yet another storm was impending to make my confused heartbeat beat harder to make me stray away I longed for a fresh start for my heartbeats to follow yours longed to erase my harried face longed to confide in you to find hope

I remember being a 16-year-old girl, I was in the tenth grade. I can still recall it was the beginning of summer. It was during July of 2007 when I saw my first Korean tv show. Growing up I was an avid tv watching teenager. Having watched numerous Argentian tv shows over the years, such as “Chiquititas” and “Rebelde way”. It was not foreign to me to watch shows in a different language, I get accustomed to it and liked it. I think it was a friend that recommended me to watch “Coffee Prince”. It was starring Gong Yoo and Yoon Eun-Hye. Being a girl I fell for Gong Yoo charms a big time. The storyline was a typical rom-com, a girl falls for a guy and of course, there are a few subplots in between to make it intriguing: Yoon Eun Hye’s character was dressed as a boy in order to get the job of a barista at a local coffee shop that hires males only. While working at the coffee shop she falls for her strict boss — Gong Yoo’s character. The show ended, and I didn’t have any i