Loving someone who doesn’t know you exist is suicide and nobody finds your body- The Beauty Paradox

Innocent or calloused hearts and guilty onesAll but the same in the eyes of the biased judge.

You are the driver. Don't let them take the wheel.

Chasing the uncertainty of the wind;mocked by the certainty of uselessness.

Fingers are the judgeWords are the verdictThoughts—prison.

Fingers are the judgeWords are the verdictThoughts — prison.(Gossip, Rumors, Accused | Dark Touch | Poetry)

A little bump in the road is just a bump. There's more ahead until you reach your destination.

Is freedom the fight of the weak, or the strong?Does freedom mean submission or resistance?Is freedom death of identity?Does freedom give you freedom?

Lies become truths; as honey into the ocean.

Scent of old books a mystery; a secret port of the dreamers.