I Shall Inhale Poison Rather Than Falling In Love.

Fall in love. Maybe it doesn't have to be with someone. Fall in love with music, art, dancing in the dark, car rides at lam, the glistening of the stars, the colors of the sun as it rises, the smell of flowers, the feeling of adrenaline that takes over your whole body and suffocates your lungs with joy, good friends who bring out your best, silence, noise, fall in love with the little things that make you feel most alive and find purpose. Fall in love with life.

– a.s.b

you were adding poison to each sip of my drink when i thought those were the alms keeping me extant.

you were the one stitching me up to push me in the mud when i was piercing myself with the thorns to bring you roses.

you where making me filth when i was wishing every night to the sky so you could have the lights and stars.

i always thought love was pain but love is more likely a way of contentment in grief because it makes you feel alive even tho' it is something that killed you.

Change, Strange.

TODAY I'M 19.

he wrote poetry all over my skin

and i fell in love as he went on

we played stupid silly games

till it was the time for dawn

in the darkness of night

everything was full of ecstacy

there happened many things

with starry sky and you and me

your hands are intimidating

and how sensually you speak

caramel brown eyes

conspicuous, alluring physique

that moment was perfect

and how you did me undress

your face was bright as city lights

i didn't want to see anything else

-august

fall for me.

the world, so shallow for some and for remains, a beautiful home.

~august/fictionflaws

I think everything in this whole universe is about love and art. And when it's not about love and art then it's about the absence of love and art.

Hey, where are you from?

Hiii. I am from Jhapa, Nepal.

Our Lost Love.

And I wonder, if, maybe it was another time, another world, we could be together. The love that was destroyed could bloom like those beautiful flowers of spring. I don't know why we met when we weren't destined to be together. You were like sun after the storms that slowly faded in the night. The water in desert that eventually dried. The friend that I was searching in others, I found in you. But we are gone now. We are lost inbetween the patches of the wound which was supposed to heal the scar. And still I will find you again. And again our stories will be written and we'll stand in the rain together looking at each other's eye. And finally at another time and another world we will have eachother. Our lost love will be there forever.

-august.