Monday, June 11, 2012

Adfectus


Right now, all the songs in the world wouldn't describe my feelings for you.

And right now, all the kisses in the world wouldn't quench my desire for you.
The world begins and ends with you.

The wind whispers your name.
I wonder how many terraces would I have to jump to reach yours?
Just to take a peek, just to hear you breathe.

Where are you, my beloved?






Friday, June 1, 2012

Undone

Credits go to: https://www.flickr.com/photos/trojanguy/2667076672/

-Why do you constantly seek pain?
-It’s the only real thing there is.
-What about love?
-Love ends in pain as well.
-So you say it’s just a transitional stage?
-More like a happy break.

Love burns. Love sets you on fire and watches as it smolders your inner being.  Love is madness.
Realists can’t fall in love. No matter how much they want it. Or can they?