時. timing

..“匿名的” 🏷 the wind blows gently, bringing a message from an unknown person. You can write your message anonymously here.

ㅤㅤㅤ── ⤾ like train carriages ୵ in
ㅤㅤㅤthe thick of the city’s breath.. not
ㅤㅤㅤonce did it cross their mind-that
ㅤㅤㅤa human could survive unleaning;
ㅤㅤㅤ••ㅤ ㅤhiding beneath sheets &
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤswallowed whole by thoughtstorms.


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ┃ 25th of June, London
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ┃ Ink that never lived..


ㅤㅤㅤㅤ..turned out to be mere make
-believe,ㅤempty words slipping past
reason. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBrushing off
every beliefㅤㅤㅤ with a heart rotting
quiet,ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ  day by day.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ  🖋ㅤ｜ㅤ..ㅤ｜ㅤ📃

#music.com; 🎵    

       a struggle that ends sweetly, with a signature sound that is so beautiful. united and will not be lost, a natural symphony. comfort music, all:        things related to  comfort. so relaxed, the lyrics dominate every listener. the songs dance over  the sweetness of life's jokes, the laughter that is fond. never misses.

                     
              
                   
            ≕ ━━━⬤━━━━━━▷
[01.52] .. | longing with a rhythm that so remembers the heart, with an irresistible craze. what about the many things that happen?     ♫ ;  a sweet tribute, with some entertaining laughs.

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                      (爱) —  ࣪  📜  .. Underneath the sparkling moonlight, night grasps the earth's privileged insights. Stars move, following noiseless designs over the sky. In obscurity, hearts cautiously divulge, like an new outline. Minutes whisper, holding untold stories.

                          “ Night breeze ”
         caresses, carrying messages from a remote place. In isolation, recollections creep, finding hole within the heart.      Shadows of the past navigate soul's breaks, apparently touching each scar.

ㅤㅤ         Act, I. Of  Manifest  Subsistence
ㅤㅤ        ㅤO'Captain, Poe. 68: II Bedeviled
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ            ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ            ㅤ( MY TESTIMONI )

But the Prince Kim was happy and dauntless and sagacious,   When his dominions  were  half  de-populated,  he  summoned to his dominions to his presence  a  thousand hale and light-hearted retirr‌e‌d‌ from among  the knight and dames  of  his court, and with  these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his  castellated abbeys. This was  an  extensive  and  magnificent structure.  '📖    ╱

ㅤㅤㅤⓘ E.P  “1849 │ .. POEM; ‘The Masque
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤof  the  Red  Death.  📜
 ㅤㅤ
  ㅤ│ THE  " Red Death "  had long devastated
  ㅤ│ the country.  No  pestilence had ever
  ㅤ│ been so fatal,  or  so hideous.  Blood  
  ㅤ│ was  it's Avatar and  it's  seal—the
 ㅤ │ redness  and   the  horror  of  blood

ㅤ
     “bring a majesty...
                       poem in a hand.. 89”
Each analog dream i experience feels as though spirits are inscribing my existence: drifting infinitely beyond the grasp of metaphors, unable to articulate the extraordinary authenticity of those moments. A faint drizzle descends, dispelling the once-dominant aesthetic, swept away ostensibly happiness no longer lingers. Perhaps too melancholic or maybe not enough romantic. A writer remains a writer, destined to-be written someday...whenever life ceases to script its blithesure.

        writing about the journey and nature of a very handsome person, telling about what this handsome man likes and dislikes, carving out the beginning for our beautiful story together later. Jerrick Easton introduction.

𐂡' ── o’radiohead. ılı
page, unreleased ❂!

　and when i am six feet underground
　with the sound of rain start to pouring
　　  　　  　　　down,
　　　they will get visions of you.
  　they start to feel like your touch,
　every single drop start to bring
　　　 unimaginable scenes.
　When you slowly wrap your hands
　around me, i even catch the day when
　you call my name in the moonlit night.

　That lullaby voice turned into sounds
　　　　　　　of the rain,
　A view of cosmos and the shining star
　in your eyes turned out look like dark
　　　　　　　　clouds.
　Then, you figure suddenly fade aways.
　And everything goes back to normal,
　My uniform getting weat again and
　　   　　headache start to hit.
　I don’t know where my steps going
　　　　　　　to take me,
　Hoping at the end of the road you
　gonna smile at me and ready to start
　　   　　   　　again.

(...)     ‎  “Sayeth 142‘ ⓘ Breeze twig.
    ‎   ‎melancholy comprehensive • tranquil
    ‎   ‎       ↻- required [20:  56]

            ‣ 🎥 &.     ☾ Sonnet ‘s boy. ☽


┃ 简单， (E: 19,  42)───VOL. XXI chronology, in fifth-of-july. Soft sturdy beanie warms anyone who wears it with their soulmate, black thread strung whoheartedly; with a hint of subtlety, under th' auspices of melancholy the soul is so devastated. Solemnly; “warmth? gloomy soul controller, the sound of a camera snap flashed through my mind.” rhythmically surging to a melancholy immortalized through the frame, scenario in manuscript written with a peacock quill inscribed [if there were no rhythmic piano notes, there would be no life for me.]
simplicity accompanies prosperity.


   [30:  ⌜5]    ‎E──Sharp Minor, Waltz;
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