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When you are stuck somewhere unable to get out, don't you feel the survival instinct? Can I see the fear in your eyes? Can I ignite your soul and set you free? But, I'm afraid they are just mere fantasies, hiding the truth behind. Don't you realize they are helping you? They are preventing you from facing the hard truth, they are preventing you from the superficial reality, which is harsh, as well as beautiful. The moment you drown yourself, in its beauty truth knocks you from behind, leaving you breathless and let you suffer through pain. They have no mercy nor tolerance, but we have resilience to fight back. Perhaps, this is the strongest weapon we are equipped with. Don't you see yourself running through the maze, every time you close your eyes in search of the last piece of that unsolved puzzle? Do you still climb those endless stairs, being chased by your fears? You feel as if you are sinking right into the ground. Footsteps turns heavy and its almost...

Every time she touched his skin, a shiver ran down his spine and he felt cold and happy at the same time. The adrenaline rush and the happiness of the moment made everything more vibrant. Everything was perfect, perhaps more than it seems. Life was on a high. His life revolved around her and her's around his. They were the perfect couple everyone longed for and everything was like a daydream. They battered through every storm together and every time, the world tried to push them apart they came closer, more and more until their worlds collide into one. But, amidst the happiness they didn't even realise that sadness was hiding in the dark corner waiting to pounce upon. He never realised how catastrophically it would change his life, perhaps tear him apart and make him a living corpse. The demons robbed him of all his emotions and he was left in the oblivion cold and naked with silence screaming through the darkness. His cries were muffled by the scream of silence and ...

Do we ever realise that nothing is for forever? Do we realised that everything has an end and a beginning? Then why do we chant, promises of eternity day and night like prayers with absolute faith and divinity? Maybe we don't realise, that the world was created once and will be destroyed someday. Maybe the rage and violence of the mankind be the root of its destruction, or some external god gifted force but, amidst the hums of eternal promises we let our fate to do all the magic. Not, even realising that, magic lies in us. The magic of loving and being loved. Our soul is often lost in turmoil with thunder raging inside. The beating of the storm overshadows and often destroys the angel inside us. It is like a gypsy meandering in the depths of our heart through the darkness waiting for the light that never comes. While drawing the ending line we can always say, "Eternal bonds are just a myth, and heartbreaks are reality. "