Photo credit: Stefano Corso (Creative Commons) I’m here again in my reminiscence box. Where I can see your face—your face that sparks like a crystal in complete darkness. Where I can hear your voice—your voice that is as tranquil as the sound of the sea in the nightfall. This is what it’s like to not see you. Not seeing you is like: two big stones crushing together, with bits chipping off; I always want to create the dreamiest poetry for you… a message that’s unparalleled. There are whiles that I am lost for words or sometimes lost inside my own head but every time I close my eyes and think of you, unexpectedly all the answers appear, floating at liberty in the air and in the great abyss of my heart.
Photo credit: Martin Benavides (Creative Commons) You hear the whole thing You see everything You are capable of thinking endless possibilities You can imagine things that are not even existing I’m sorry if I had an awful past
It was so chaotic that misunderstood by many I’m sorry if I had vices It made me look immoral |
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'es-theet' (n.) A person who affects great love of art, music, poetry, etc., and indifference to practical matters. El Esthete or The Aesthete in English, is where I share my Literary works, artworks, and everything else in between. Categories:
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2018 Komiket
February 24 and 25, 2018, 9AM-7PM, The Elements at Eton Centris |