A place called muse

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A place called muse::

We have thousand voices whispering in our heads all the time. We fail miserably and nurse our countless open wounds secretly.

 

We might pretend to be blissful but we are crazy and goofy in our own ways. We are absurd, weird and ridiculous in ways beyond imagination.I want to feel the depth of aching love, I want to writhe in its strangling agony. I want the madness of confounded rage, the frantic thirst for revenge, the taste of victory. I want to be jealous and wise and stoned and blessed. I want the lust swarming inside my bones with an impossible unrest and the crazed impulse trembling under my sleeves like ships in a storm.I want the colours to stab me from all sides till the blood ceases to flow in a gush. I want them to drown me to death, and fill me up back again.Love is not just red roses and sentimental dedication to one’s beloved on the social media, it is that crazy, uncontrolled feeling where one rants while the other smiles, each taking turns, knowing deep within that they simply can’t do without each other.Well, change doesn’t always liberate you. Sometimes it cages you in a golden case instead of an iron one.

Author's Note

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[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Amazing words and yes change doesn’t always liberate you and the golden cage can bring blissful freedom but acceptance is the key and what a joy it is to be able to feel the different emotions at such depth that is truly a blessing reminding us we are alive- everything or nothing- wonderful words I really enjoy ur writing🌹

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Indeed sir! Huge moral lies at the last line. Sparkled at my eyes😊

[danny]

at least you got to the end thank you

[¿]

My pleasure sir! Hope you'll like my writings too. I'll look for your further creations. Happy writing 😊

[danny]

thanks i will check your work out mate