And sometimes, death feels like the sweetest thing that could happen to you
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A dreamlike, hazy, angelic reality 🔮✨️
The true alchemy is a human touch.
A few hugs, a hand to hold, gentle smiles—
a shoulder to cry on,
a sprinkle of laughter,
and there, there,
you return to life.-
Whispers of the Grey
I heard it whispered from weary lips—
That life is but a tireless chore.
The more we stack upon the list,
The less we feel what hearts are for.
The mothers, the fathers, the silent students,
All weep for something out of sight.
The lovers, the dreamers, the restless youth—
All reaching for the same dim light.
To love, to be loved—
To dwell inside another’s dream.
Not too little, not too loud,
But balanced, like a quiet stream.
A wicked heart, a weary soul,
No shade defines the whole of man.
They say there’s black, they say there’s white—
Yet all is grey, as time began.-