(Source: kemurikusa, via larimii)
I am stuck. Stuck between this stone and a pillow. I am in chaos. My mind overthinks, my soul is detached from my weak body. I want to rest, I want to get tired just to distract myself, but I feel my bones are being under construction, all I do is destruction. A sucker for pain, a paper that gains no written words all at once. I can’t go on, my mindset wants to see the future real as reality, but my old naked soul wants to be dressed up like in my past. Innocence and the autumn, dying leaves, still living old self inside of me, Silence like those ancient laughs.
I found realness there, I found the truth between those old-fashioned clothes, I found my heart through those old songs, I found true love to people who never said they always loved me. I found my future in my childhood. So here’s my brain, you could throw away every piece of it. I don’t want maturity, all I want is the pure ecstasy I’ve felt from yesterdays. There’s nothing settle here, scarred people, beautifully bruised, dusts from diamonds. Can I live backwards? Because moving forward seems a little hard for me, and I die slowly, everyday.
(via wnq-writers)
“There are so many people living normal lives in this world. As front-liners, we shoulder a heavy responsibility for them, don’t we?”
“I… I only became strong because survival was my first priority.”
“I think a lot of people have placed their hopes in you, including me.”
“Yeah, I swore I’d save everyone.”“But just for a little longer…”
(via larimii)