Tag: death
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[65] My Darling
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Terrorise me through your love, my darling Force your way into my mind Break what I’ve made until now because you call for a masterpiece made of and for you entirely. Be violent in your approach, my darling because I exist for a passion that numbs the world that we live in, to enter the…
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[59] Why creating a mood is important.
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A mood stays in the background. It is like the ambience to what holds your attention. Without the creation of which your spotlight lit art will not evoke the desired response. The dictionary defines “mood” to be “the atmosphere or pervading tone of something”. Think about the movies that have stayed with you. Now focus on…
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[56] you (don’t) speak
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from 2 am to 5 am our souls whisper like its meant to be then the sun wakes up and it all fades out, you get all dressed you put up the wall again, the wall again. i wait for it to fall down, crumble down but it just does not i wait for the…
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[51] A Personal Story
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There is a sensation that I wish does not come to you. You are up, the sunlight wakes you. What is the beginning of the day feels like an end of you, to you. You try to shake these lifeless thoughts but in a blink, they have rusted and you can no longer repair them.…
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[47] Eraserhead Movie Review | David Lynch
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The dark world of “Eraserhead” is morbid, depressing and lonely. Even the lights in the room don’t have the power to illuminate the whole room, they are directed upwards. The usage of light is to focus, to focus only on the depressive world the characters live in because the characters don’t deserve light. The black…
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[43] Do I Still Have Time?
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She didn’t react to my behaviour. Nor did she express any contempt. But all I could hear in her footsteps and the saintly silence with which she worked, all I could hear was reaction and contempt. I am a child of my mother. My age is 22, and I have no job. Not because I…
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[33] Concrete Jungle Never Leaves You
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Nature has a way of connecting us with our inner selves. The idea of being away from the concrete jungle of cities is immediately followed up by unwinding, loosening up, connecting with our real self. Introspection comes naturally unlike in high rises where tall skyscrapers pose as an inferior substitute for tall trees. The city…
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[9] Forgetfulness of Dreams.
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You wake up from another world, still suffering from the dizziness you were engulfed in. A senseless world it was, weird in nature but some say it tells a lot about your deepest secrets. Dreams. You sleep, ignorant about the world you’re about to get in, yet you will be inside it. A fall, to…
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[7] Thread and the needle.
When I was a child, my favourite pastime was playing with toy cars with my grandma. I used to wait for her to finish the work she did throughout the day and sit on the bed, waiting for her to come. The cars were always ready. I put them in order for her to choose…
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[6] I don’t know.
How much do you believe your role model? How much do you believe the philosophers that walked on this planet? How much do you believe anyone who says anything? Every word I spew, write, slice, reflect, shoot on this page is a manifestation of the experience of my tiny existence. And our experience is limited?…
Smoke words every day. 