Guilan

if you add an image or video I might not be able to work on it properly why are some words soft and others sharp? is the tongue sharp? what does it cut? where will it lead to? to which obscure purposes do they serve? those questions make me wake up every day so I might return from whence I came words are made of echoes of lost intentions the purer the intention is the brighter the word light the night I sometimes wish I wasn't here at all why am I here? what is my purpose? what am I? what makes me happy? why did I put myself into this?

let explode and with a booming blast bringing news of memories long astray of a lingering heartache previously torn away the sound is a moaning a pathetic lament anguished cry which surprises you at night, tormenting sentiment cannonball let it bring a replacement for a busted heart inside out

this is the result of your detachment you brought me joy hope and emotions to be honest It was me who was full of it and engulfed you within I could've drowned you with my unrequited love now all I can give you is indifference or perhaps ambivalence I started a love story whose finale echoes a requiem to the departed souls of my creativity and imagination the energy I was willing to spend on you is now being spent somewhere else these are my last miserable feelings writhing and squirming inside my chest

grain by grain they fill the chest up to the point of no return when drowned in hope you can't help but drink the pure water of fabricated joy the sublime feel of elation which deems superb ejaculation whose gamets form intricate tapestries when magnified I really don't know where this will lead to but I decide what fate should I leave behind and which fragment of hope to cling to It lingers it lingers

unfulfilled desires I crave I yearn for an addicting connection the same powers which led me to heaven brought me to hell in the blink of an eye you saw a glimpse of my despair you remained silent and cool-headed I tried to argue but It was too late I decided on moving on and full of remorse In the deepest well of my sorrows I wait for your move it's no longer mine

I must admit with the current advancement of technology I could've been using some artificial intelligence to help create or write however; I need my own elegance to write

I must confess I write to impress people are but empty shells waiting to be filled rejoice for the union of souls isn't impossible I write to impress I write to confess the dreams I create are no longer mine

internal frustration when the expectations are not met your inner self struggles the capacity of giving and receiving are super compromised when nothing matters but a sea of dreams when nothing else can be accomplished when you drift aimlessly submerge

when expectations are not met you mustn't punish yourself when expectations are not met you mustn't punish yourself when what you meet are not your expectations you mustn't punish yourself accept accept accept shine your own light be your self accept accept accept now I submit this as a draft

o cordão umbilical é um tubo de carne que nos une à nossa mãe enquanto ainda estamos no ventre, nos nutrindo de tudo o que precisamos e, por isso mesmo é símbolo de um elo inquebrável entre mãe e filho apesar disso, para a criança nascer e ser independente, o cordão precisa ser rompido em casos ainda o cordão da dependência não é quebrado e persiste muito mesmo além do nascimento naturalmente, a criança depende da mãe pra sobreviver, mas as vezes a mãe não quer que esta ligação se rompa para ela, é necessária a dependência e mesmo assim, para o filho que deve crescer e ser responsável por sua própria jornada este cordão invisível aos olhos deve ser rompido por definitivo é amedrontador o fato de estarmos vivos, e toda hora queremos voltar para o ventre de nossa mãe este mundo pode ser cruel