Hey there! Everyone of us is lost in the crowd of people and emotions. And we still tend to feel alone. Because there are a thousand faces and a million facades. Various names and infinite identities.And nothing is constant. Except Change. The world lives on change. It will die without it. Every flicker, every blink, every heartbeat and the world is different in every second. Our life is an adventure and you do not know what will come next. Yet we live, in hope, in anticipation, thriving to be constant. And we fight against inevitability. Because human nature always wants different things. Humans are never satisfied. This fight, this adventure is the spice of our lives. Or that's what i think.
We are young. Beautiful. Naive. Impulsive. And we will be that way till we live. Every Heart is young and beautiful till the very end. But we are always wandering in the world with the burdens of the past, while anticipating the future. We drag with us, our regrets and memories, masked in dazzling hoaxes. And all of us want to go back in that time, that we once were in. That time when opportunities came with ambition and courage. Giggles were louder and the twinkle in her eyes was omnipresent. Dreams were endless and love was on the top of the list. Sheer innocence. Unscathed beauty.
But that's gone. That girl is lost in the deep abyss of her eyes. No one cares enough to look closer. At anyone. The courage has been stabbed out by critical eyes. Giggles are scattered, Dreams gloomier. And fear has taken over love. Loosing it is so much more scary than the happiness of feeling it. Lives are vulnerable. But deep inside, we know, That girl lives. Somewhere in us.
That girl is improbable, childlike, acts on impulse, falls in love too hard and too fast and laughs, laughs at her own free will. What we have learnt on our adventure are lessons from her mistakes. The scars we wear proudly are the old wounds from her various demises. The cloak of past that we wrap around ourselves, in order to be not vulnerable, is all sewn together with the rags of her memories. And sometimes, all we want to do is, close our eyes, slip into a daydream, and be that girl again.
That Girl Again whom anyone could Fall In Love with.
- ThatGirl. Again
We are young. Beautiful. Naive. Impulsive. And we will be that way till we live. Every Heart is young and beautiful till the very end. But we are always wandering in the world with the burdens of the past, while anticipating the future. We drag with us, our regrets and memories, masked in dazzling hoaxes. And all of us want to go back in that time, that we once were in. That time when opportunities came with ambition and courage. Giggles were louder and the twinkle in her eyes was omnipresent. Dreams were endless and love was on the top of the list. Sheer innocence. Unscathed beauty.
But that's gone. That girl is lost in the deep abyss of her eyes. No one cares enough to look closer. At anyone. The courage has been stabbed out by critical eyes. Giggles are scattered, Dreams gloomier. And fear has taken over love. Loosing it is so much more scary than the happiness of feeling it. Lives are vulnerable. But deep inside, we know, That girl lives. Somewhere in us.
That girl is improbable, childlike, acts on impulse, falls in love too hard and too fast and laughs, laughs at her own free will. What we have learnt on our adventure are lessons from her mistakes. The scars we wear proudly are the old wounds from her various demises. The cloak of past that we wrap around ourselves, in order to be not vulnerable, is all sewn together with the rags of her memories. And sometimes, all we want to do is, close our eyes, slip into a daydream, and be that girl again.
That Girl Again whom anyone could Fall In Love with.
- ThatGirl. Again
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