Lifediaryofann - Ann

Your eyes play with my mind, like your fingers on a guitar strings. It creates a blooming symphony, and roots deep in my heart and grows up beyond the clouds.I thought facts don't care about feelings, But these feelings don't give a damn about the facts. My heart keeps waiting for an epiphany, it wants to be a resident of your 'not so vacant house', and wants to make it a home, a Paradise.

Anneshwa Paul

But my bestfriend is here, how can i not be happy?

I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn't exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It's beautiful and doomed.

-Viv Albertine

Meet me on the bridge of glorified agony,

Afloat ; a floating incident between two grounds above water

Between a winsome arrival and a sorrowful departure.

Can we burn it, so that we don't have to cross the bridge?

Bridge will always be the metaphor for us.

It's a portal between two places,

And that's what we are.

Neither lovers, nor strangers.

- anneshwa

it is true, we do not know the existence of something, until it is felt in one way or another. the sunset was not known, before its brilliance in crimson, blush, and magenta was seen evolving across someone’s vision. thunder was not feared and hidden from until it was heard booming into a person’s eardrums. sunlight was not warm until it gazed upon a strangers naked skin. and i am forever misunderstood until my words land upon the hearts that need them the most. and what could be more prevailingly real than that.

Why's everything so heavy?

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“I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.”

— Sage Francis

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