Sometimes , we feel like writing something , anything .. Just because some ideas mysteriously pop into our heads , while we’re holding our pens
Here’s a space for your passages . Make them as literary as possible
They say love can turn your ashes into glitter, soften the thorns you’re stepping on and amplify the sound of your pulses , just to show you that you’re still alive . They said many other things about love that are revolving around happiness . As for me , I fell down , when I fell in love . Love made me believe I was happy . Man , I should have had my head examined , when I got fooled by these illusions
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It frightens me that it’s getting cold , because nothing warms me up like your fingers when you knot them through mine . Campfires aren’t that good to do that . The burning embers underneath my hands only manage to keep them cold and dry like the hands of an ancient corpse
Creaking doors know how to lie by making me believe , for a second , that somebody finally bothered to come in . Until quietness takes over very quickly, and everything around me remains immovable
