ThinkBeforeYouSmile

Just some scribblings.

Through rusted voices I hear the echoes of a previous life reaching out for me. They grab me by my callused hands and lead me into the past, into a time where days blurred together and years stretched out before me like a dusted horizon. I could feel some sense of hope brimming with the morning sun, poking its eager head out from beneath the sloping mountains. It called to me, from across the lands. Beckoning for me to be great, beckoning for me to be different. Wasted youth follows me like a shadow, I jump around corners and it follows me relentlessly, I scream and shout and claw at the pavement, begging for it to vanish, and when night comes, it does. Bringing with it a renewed sense of hope. I walk the deserted street and stare into strange faces that smile as if they were familiar. I forge through the rain and find myself hollow by morning. As if the night had been drinking from me, as if the stars had borrowed my light to fuel their own purpose. I feel cheated. I can hear the echoes once more, they pull me back into the present. Their hands lay mine down gently, and soothe my wrinkled skin. I squint at the shadows of the past and watch as they turn to find some door that was there all along. And I join them, my own shadow, my own echo, I find my light in some place it had always been. And I know that my hands will once again be smooth, and my palms no longer callused. I find the handle and pull at the door, the horizon I seek, I look for no more.

la-alegria asked: You're hot.

Hm… Wish I could say the same to you :/ haha kidding. Love you Gopi.

P.S you’re hot too.