Lost in Translation

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Meant to Live

It's amazing how a conversation with the person you love can turn your whole day around.

A simple talk, not anything deep or meaningful, just chatting, can put you on a high after spending the day on the verge of a breakdown. That makes me smile.

Love is beautiful.

Don't Take What's Mine

Everything is fragile.

Like a chandelier hanging from a spiderweb.

One bad gust of wind and the world comes crashing down around my head.

No indication, nor catalyst.

Just a sinking feeling,

somewhat akin to dread.

A premonition, if you will, of dark times ahead.

Call it paranoia if you must.

In all likely hood nothing will come of this,

life will continue on the same blissful way it has been.

Nevertheless, these feelings exist and demand to be noticed.

"Dwell on us" they shout.

"Ignore positivity, think of all that could go wrong.

All that you could lose".

Bastards.