I don’t know who I am, and that’s the truth. It’s as true as the blemishes on my skin and the weariness of my hands. I’m the figure enshrouded in mist, a small stone statue[…]
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Meticulous Observations
“Meticulous Observations” I see people strolling by, And I can’t help but notice their clothes. What do they say about them? The wearer of bright clothing Seems to wear it only to conceal a darker[…]
The Words Behind the Mask
“I’m a stranger in my own life.” ― Lang Leav, Sad Girls There is always a part of somebody that is never shown to others – like the clothes in your drawer that are buried forever and[…]
We Are No Longer The Same: The Words
“She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.” – Emily Brontë Unlike those who feels completely moved by the epigrams of Oscar Wilde, or the profound[…]
i want the roses to bloom (forever.)
Upon reading Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, I began to feel a hopeful, wistful sort of empathy for the tortured main character – Dorian Gray himself. I think I’ve always seen the world[…]