MottephobiaIs a moth naive hurling itself towards a candle light?Mottephobia by kingleo1
Did it waste its life as it expires in the flame?
But that’s only one way of looking at it.
A moth is drawn to light. Light is warmth and brightness. It’s purity and innocence. It’s clarity and transparency. I praise a moth for seeking light. I praise it for its instinctual desire to reach a higher level of existence. I praise it for its quest to rid itself of darkness, for its refusal to settle down with the shade.
Yes, it dies. Once it touches that flame, it expires. But what doesn’t! Every living thing dies. Every living thing has an end. This is the only rule of life. This is the only certainty in the world. At least the moth dies in glory. At least it achieves its goal. It acquires warmth and purity. Is there a better ending to a life?
We are the same. We seek light and search for warmth and purity. We desire clarity and transcendence. We would rather live in a radiant world of glo
HaphazardIt's not like it used to be. It's not important anymore. The 'why?' doesn't even matter. The distance between me and what's familiar is growing so fast I don't see the shore no more. The world that I created for myself, and kept deep inside me, is free falling into a deep pit of secrecy and into oblivion. I don't know how I will face myself with that truth. Will I ever forgive myself?Haphazard by kingleo1
I know nothing stays the same. My soul is about to find that out, though, for the first time. In the cruelest of ways. I used to be good with imagination but it seems I need to find a new insight, a new messenger to self communicate. I'm not fond of wearing a fake gown of mystery or complication. I'm not that bored with reality no matter how much it stinks. I no longer look for challenges to feel alive. I miss that. Perhaps I'm not interested in reaching down and exploring my inner feelings anymore. Standing still is actually bringing me a sense of comfort and security. So unlike me.
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Questions?What happens to us when we fall in love?Questions? by kingleo1
What gets over us?
How can a drop of water be a whole ocean?
How come it can set us in motion?
How do we become lovers?
What do we gain?
What is created inside of us?
What do we lose?
What is erased from us?
How come we care to give and not care to receive?
How do we become children again, innocent and naive?
Is love a power that can defeat?
Is it a power that can get us down to our knees?
How can we become prisoners after we were conquerors?
What turns us around?
What lifts us high above the ground?
How can a moment of love seem like years?
How can a simple work hold a lot of meanings?
How can it make our hearts beat that loud?
If love is a force that can defeat, how come it is so sweet?
How can it control us that much?
How can it set us on fire with just a touch?
How can we enjoy a complete silence?
How can something be so crystal clear, yet be so confusing?
What blurs our sight and our mental vi
Freedom to Valentinei love. Not because i want to, but because i can't help but do so. i don't fight it, and won't. But i also hate. i hate because i can't help it as well. i love to explore and experience, but i hate the obligation it sometimes brings. It's truly just the emotionally extravagant person i am. i take the slaps and the fuck-you’s, but i can also dish them out.Freedom to Valentine by kingleo1
Who's capable of feeling such contradictions? Who's capable of embracing such contradicting feelings and still be ok with it? You? You? Maybe you? But where are all of you when my nights are winding down? Where are you when my thoughts are wounded? Me, i'm right here. Always have been and always will be. How about a little 'hi'?
i want to miss, skip, or fast-forward the rehearsals and get straight to the show because that's where i feel real. i hate that i have to hold back because people can't comfortably consume the truth. But i love that i can spill out the truth without worry. Truth is beauty, but