The more skin unraveling from underneath these cloths,
The more taste of life that rolls off the tips of your tongue,
The more vivid your pulse beats against the surface of your neck,
The more transparency you unveil from the deeps of your eyes..

The more I long for you in your absence,
The more you linger in my maze of thoughts,
The more I crave for every brush of your touch and kiss,
The more I fall and fall - the more often I try grabbing onto the sides, and climb back out from these grounds you’ve dug that lead to an empty wonderland.

If I were to start planting seeds in this wonderland, would you come stay with me?

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Empty Fuel

'Hope' is the fuel of our ship, and it remains unlimited.
We keep refilling the ship, looking for a desired destination, even if the seas seem boundless, foggy, soulless…..we still keep sailing.
Waiting, waiting, waiting for sight of land.
Land of dreams, wishes, fantasies to be cradled under our toes.
As I sail, waves claw higher, winds grow louder, thunder breaks off more and more of my ship.
Yet I keep refilling,
I keep going,
I keep searching,
Standing on whatever is left to keep me afloat.

Anonymous asked:
you got a twitter acc bb gurl? :)

Noo I don’t, sorry! I only use instagram :3

"So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it."
—  Margaret George, The Memoirs Of Cleopatra (via quotes-shape-us)