A Fire Raging Inside,

The kind of legacy I would want to leave...

Imagine you're a writer, and there are people scribbling in the margins of your books, underlining their favorite passages, leaving makeshift bookmarks between the pages (subway tickets, library receipts, handwritten notes), reading excerpts out loud to their friends and lovers or to themselves just to feel the words on their tongue, memorizing quotes and then copying them in their notebooks, daydreaming about your characters and excitingly speculating about what's going to happen to them in the sequel, writing reviews in their school newspaper.

Give healing the space, to take place.

Making mistakes and committing sins is only okay when you learn something from it and grow... If you can't learn something from your them, being okay with it is not okay and not worth it....

Why do some people make you sorry? Sorry, for ever speaking or thinking they are worth your time and energy...

Tagged by the amazing amazing @sombrekisses

rules: share the latest line from your work in progress and then tag as many people as there are words in the line.

Line: "the light within , as it slowly succumbs"

Tagging some awesome people along! --

@ch3rryblo55oms @peace-on-lease @hazeltoheraugustus @mostafauniverse @wondercuck @moonlilyposts @ze-thoughts-are-stupid

"Life is a series of random events that happen between birth and death.."

They said. They said out of utter innocence... Or maybe ignorance.

'Random' is when something SEEMS chaos.

Seems...

'Random' is when we can't understand or find a pattern, that satisfies our human brain.

But one day just

Stop. And observe .

Observe the tiniest bits,

instead of seeing the big picture,

look at the fine details.

That is when , you'll see.

In the mind of God

this world was created.

Nothing is random here.... Just so intricate ,

it is hard to comprehend .

But just try, and you'll realise ,

that it is not cliché

to say that ,

Everything happens for a reason ,

cuz it does.

Some butterfly, flapping its wings in any meadow in Australia,

can cause a hurricane in Africa and we'll never know.

not like it means to or even realises it can ,

but it can .

"Falling moon"

𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪?

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕖 .

𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨,

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕘𝕠,

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕘𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣,

𝔸 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕚𝕣,

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤,

𝔸𝕤 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤,

𝕎𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

" Your beautiful magical words mean nothing if you don't have a heart and mind to compliment it."

" If you don't mean whatever you write or speak, you are just a simple hypocrite. "

"You aren't fooling anyone else then, when you lie with those beautiful lines you write, just yourself. "

Under the Stars

I lay .

Under the Moon,

I play.

Under the Sun,

I light up.

Under these lights,

I pray,

Giving healing the space,

To take place.

I try to open my lips, utter a word,

like a million times.

Then I tell myself, "who cares?"

like a million times.

And i try to whine ,infront of myself

like a million times.

Again, i shut up and keep going

like a million times...

-mauli