Not To Be Dramatic, But Where Is My Sebastian Dancing For “A Lovely Night” ??

Some writings touch your soul not heart not mind , Soul .

if at all ,you would have died inside me like I died inside you.

our love would live.

dreadful selenophile conversation

me: so, what you upto?

him: will just go look the moon .you ?

*smiles knowing he's the one *

me: already at it :)

-alzelone.

The silence we share

Is spaced like distance between the clouds,

Staying there with you in the quiet

For once I felt,silence is an art.

my kinda intimacy

feeding/fed cut fruits to/by the person you love is whole different act of intimacy and craving that, to the point of inevitability.

-alzelone.

PARADOX

Being a poet I live by certain creed that,

ungiven flowers/unwritten letters/unsaid words/unfelt emotions/unrequited love/unfinished stories,

are miraculous paradox in alternate universe.

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Gillian Flynn, gone girl .

achilles come down

can you blame the hesitant achilles or the indecisive virtue of existing alive? but the blasphemy of dragging your unrequited soul into the realism of today is disastrous, but then achilles up there , saw right through the some other man’s belief and brought his eerie soul down. hope is horrendous in comparative to your self sabotage ,but yet love and compassion are paradox to one’s existence.

-alzelone.

little tranquility

if you're having a bad day, just remember bottom chocolate lump in cornetto/ ice cream cone exists.

-alzelone.

Ngl, this is what I actually mean when I say ✨couple goals ✨🖤🥀

Sometimes I got hurt, and it took a long time, but I finally found someone who believed me. - What did you do then? - I married him. -Lorraine Warren