Yama's Words.

 One day, I will return from the dead bringing so many stories that needs solving. I need to solve their puzzles in exchange to solving mine. Some will stay, some will say goodbye, but I intend to keep them all, together we will walk this Earth, spreading hope to all the restless souls. Then, one day I will look into the sky and see Lightning.

Third - Eye.

 If I die today, I will die smiling. So, it was easy for me, all the gates opened for me like I was already welcome.

You need to settle everything. All your regrets, all your burdens you carry with you. You must be able to tell yourself, it is not your fault, it is okay to let go. For the things you did it to yourself, the things you let it happen to you. But it does not apply to the things you did it to others, you must make peace with it. Maybe you could help them in invisible ways if you don't have it in you till you feel like you did it enough. Like an Angel guiding them. Then you don't need to do anything to quiet your Mind to Meditate. Just go to the Balcony and watch the clouds for a few days, then close your eyes. Everything will work for you. 

 

Bloom

 I wish I was in front of her, feeling the wind, watching everything from the clouds, instead I'm in my room feeling the fan. What if we could go anywhere by closing our eyes, I want to find out what happens when I'm close to her. She does not like watching birds while talking to her, it spoils the mood. I'm enjoying the view, the unending road on both sides, it is fun. Sometimes on our busy life, we fail to see our blessings, until we take a pause to breathe deep and look at things with a fresh point of view, and remember all the good moments with a smile, and welcome life.

She is after me.

 There is something about her that is beyond understanding, I can see her without even watching her, some power over me, and I think she feels the same way. What should I feel now? Relieved or feeling sad? Looking back, I see a few frames, I forgot how I felt or did I feel anything at all? It is hard to remember. What if someday I feel the same sense of someone staring at me, same suffocation I felt when I was rejecting it strongly. How would I give her a reply? I will stare back at her asking what is the matter with you?

Rage

I was like sitting in a boring lecture from morning to evening. Now, when I think about what could have been, if I had a good exchange with my friends, instead of feeling to smash at something. It is not correct to say that, it is like losing life under rage. Pickle helps.

 

I want to hit someone or something badly for the lost time.

 

Fighting

 Why would we postpone everything to the last minute? Maybe because we believe everything will happen according to the plan, but sometimes plans betray us when we reach the end of time.  Still, we choose to die fighting hoping for the light at the end of tunnel.
We don't have to win every time when we see the bigger picture. At the end, those losses matters less, and we win our life. I choose the deep breaths at the end of time.

Light

 Who would I be when I grow up? What kind of person I will be? I want to be someone who embraces solitude, the one who is seen at places where no one has gone before. Someone who hasn't been seen in a thousand years, and yet not returning until the Sun chooses the drizzle to shine with the dark clouds. 

Deja-vu

What if one day I stand in the middle of a moment, totally strange with no idea of how I got there with no past memories. Everything seems familiar only after engaging with them. What if then I say I have a party to attend to, what if my feelings are real, like these things are already happened, I wish I could hold on to such feelings so I could use for the future, but it is something we need some ability to. What if we could fix that moment for at least a few seconds, we could have saved ourself from feeling the suffocation we feel when we try to capture it like right now.

Strange

 The Night is not the same, it used to be a lot more fun, I can’t feel the comfort I used to had, the air feels strange. Where is the wind that used to be with me, someone stole that from me, now what is left is sadness, strange nights and silence.

HP

I remember that evening when I received this package, our personal moment, when we looked at each other for the first time, she wanted me to talk, it was twinkling for me to begin. Then we had our moments, she saw me fighting, winning, falling apart, then one day we started to heal.