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People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. One does not become enlightened by imagening figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.

The thing about life, It comes as a surprise, None is in control of what to come, As we are all passengers in a train of thoughts. Wondering and thinking, And trying to picture, What the next chapter entails. Life is a school, An institution of learning, With no teacher or lecturer, And everyone is a student. It's where you learn to rise when you fall, And try again when you fail. This is where the struggles we face, Makes us stronger everyday, And the choices we make, Open doors to places we didn't know. We learn to adapt and grow, As new pages unfold, Of stories untold. You may say it's a journey, An endless cycle of adventure. A dive deep in the ocean, Or snowboarding down the everest. A hike in the amazon, Or a ride at the sahara. It's a harmonious melody, A radiant rhythm of hearts' rhapsody. That blossoms externally. It's a feeling of sunshine in the rains, That penetrates earths' deepest veins And warms the coldest of plains. It is life, And the more ...

 "Can I.... Can I tell you something about myself, somethin g I have never told anyone before? Right .. Let me... Let me think about it, just a sec. A h, my life story, or my.. O r my family's matter ?, that would be interesting, right? You rather not know that? So... it is No..?  Ok, then how about my friends?  but.. I hardly got one tho. Or... My high school life? Phew! How I hated that place. Or maybe you tell me what you'd love to hear? I'll definitely tell you one if you ask. "Your lov..." O h, Nah! Nah! I cut your words . Sorry haha. Nooo ! not my love story.  Not.  My.  Love.  Story.  It's just that I ... I never... you know, fell in love.  Or felt the need to be loved. B ut.. there's this one time, when I was fifthteen, I have huge crush on this one senior and that's all.  Yeah. Really. No confess. I do nothing.  Some people tell me it was kinda weird, but I ... I don't know. Should I told him ?  My friend like him too ...

My goal in life is to be better than I was yesterday. Much better. Of all the enemies who can stop me, it's always me who slows me down. Pride gets in the way. Laziness gets in the way.  How do I make myself to get out of my own way? I act like I don't know what to do, So I don't have to do it. I act like I need the perfect map So I don't have to step on the gas. I'm getting older and older, and all that I've achieved so far is... I'm better at cooking these words than I was three years before, But I'm still missing some ingredients. Something is not right. I love these words, I respect them, I give them time, I take care of them, but no matter how I stir them, they never mix that well. Why did you do that to me? Haven't I given you more than I've given to anything and anyone in this world? When are you going to love me back? Haven't I tried enough yet?  What do you want from me? What do you want me to do more than giving up my sleep for you?...

Like a river of fresh cold flowing water, She delivers afresh bold glowing words. To soothe herself as she knows that’s where her comfort lies, In singing and listening and writing poems, Inside which lies peace of mind and serenity of spirit.  She finds that she could interestingly live a thousand lives existing in one time zone. Her eyelashes, Like strings of a guitar, And a symphonic melody produced when she blinks. And as the star that she is, She sings and syncs in an inaudibly twinkle, But self assuredly that her music gives her joy, And soothes her sorrow. Her smile, A twine of freedom and depression. Only makes sense when you think deep of it. Yet that smile is the widest, wildest thing you’ll see in a spree when you cursorily gaze through her face. Her teeth, As gracious as they could ever be, Are a perfect description of the creator’s expertise. Her pride, On which she slides and glides, So tide and time can’t bite off her smile. Her joy, Even if its temporary guarded by ...

They can get angry , But sometimes they forgots,  That I can also get angry too . They are made as humans, but sometimes they forgots,  That I'm a human too. They maybe not a bad person, But sometimes they forgots, That I'm not a bad person too. They would gets hurts, but sometimes they forgots, That I'm also got hurts too. All they could think , is about theirselves .  How about me ? have they forgot ? How can I also get angry , How am I also a human , That I am also not a bad person , That I could also get hurt , The thing that i feel , is just the same as how they feel , But they just didn't want care , indeed .  - lylaa 28/9/21

You know, I know this one girl. She is so broken, in and out.  She's been mentally abused.  By who? Oh, by herself. Ain't blaming anyone for her own uncounted flaws.  She was a cheerful girl. Reading was her obsessions, Laughing was her best talks, Dancing was her sports, Maroon was her number one colour, and Sunday was her favourite day of a weeks. But, it all changed. Everything changed in the blink of an eye. She thought once that it was okay, Okay when her first love disappointed her. But that long lost love that she misses makes her feel worthless every single seconds she breath.  Not to mention the fact that it becomes worse. One day after a day,  She went through the creepiest bit, ever.  Building up her wall every seconds , Shutting people who comes to her out , Once again, she thought it was the end of a minute.  But no, it leads to even more chaos.  She became the preeminent actor in the movie.  Not as a heroin neither a villian. Sh...

" I used.. to have this kind of night too .. didn't I ?" said the girl who lost count , for how many times her heart broke . She remembered that night , She turn her sight to the mirror in her room ,  staring at how tired her soul was , She could only think how haggard she looked like , With bags under her dull gloomy eyes , unkempt hair . wrinkled shirt she wear , stained face nobody care .   She remembered , How she used to have this kind of night too . The night when she couldn't help but wonder ,  be awake upon the feeling of restless and loneliness , upon the suffocation , When her awareness and consciences being crush down . It had been a while , But she had always knew , despite trying not to think about it , The night like once bring her down would some day come again , Bringing doom to her . It was because she hadn't resolved anything , Merely pulling through when it came for her before . She remembered that night , "Oh God ! It's hurt , please.....

  People often ask me why I love nature , The dark one percisely ,  When the dark of time , Where the fantasy rides , By quirk of fate I ended up to , To sink in dusk and gloom , But for any hope in this abject gift from God , The dreadful combat had turned myself into a forlorn soul . Transient pain and wound , Make me lay down on the ground , But Nature stood by my side , Bring happiness and comfort through , Being haunted ,  Being thoughtful , Letting me view the orb of the mortals , Through the eyes of Euphrosynes . The blithe aurora potrayed though , The twilight rich in darkness , With the luminary stars - Imminent , Furnishes a prospect of resurrection , The Nature comforting me , supporting my cries , Making me feel as if I am not alone , Trying to suppress pain to others , Nature brought me the crickets , Chirping loud and louder than ever . The fireflies , The Nature have brought me , dancing and surrounding above my head , Trying to make me feel better , Happi...

I heard the cheer of birds . Along with the thunderstorm as the soft drip of the rain filled my ears . It was happening in slow motion . I remember hearing those children sing , laugh . Adorning the rain with them birds . And it was another day , another day to get soaked till your feet in the water , another day to hear the sound of the sweet birds , another day to hear everyone joy surround me . It was a wise choice . To live today as accomplishing something worth doing , instead of ending it . - lylaa 21/9/21

The light entered from the cracks that didn't heals. It happened when she least expected it . It filtered through her blind and showed her what the darkness hides . And that is how she saw who she was . And that is also when she remembered the beauty she once forgot . - lylaa 21/9/21