...the way a bubble will float along gracefully and let every colour shine from within it until it suddenly bursts and is never to be seen again. Maybe that is the beauty of beauty. It does not last and therefore, forces us to appreciate it whilst we still can.
Amelia MyskoMots clés inspirational beauty
Mum, at Sam’s funeral, I didn’t cry... is that -- is that normal?"
"Lauren, write in your journal and you’ll feel better.
Mots clés journal
I am always falling and when I look up, I can’t see the light and when I look down, I can’t see the bottom. I am just stuck here, somewhere in the middle, falling through darkness.
Amelia MyskoPeople say that life is like a roller coaster but it is not. Life is a train. It goes incredibly fast and sometimes, when you get to the end of the line, you realise that you were never going in the right direction anyway.
Amelia MyskoScarring smiles, hidden tears,
You stand, heads bowed and revere
The soul before us, burnt and torn
Her faded essence, we sadly mourn
And though she walked a path of lies
Her spirit surely still shall rise
And among her own, she can be at peace
An eternal angel, she’s been released.
The second we are born, we start dying. So this is not life, this is death.
Amelia MyskoThe scary thing is, the more I slack off, the more it piles up and the more it piles up, the more I slack off.
Amelia MyskoMots clés procrastination
Death is inevitable. Life is inevitable too. However, the timing is somewhat flexible.
Amelia MyskoPretending like I don’t exist makes it easier because that means emotions and actions don’t exist either.
Amelia MyskoI am alone even when I'm in the middle of a crowd.
I am sad even when I'm laughing hysterically.
I am dead even when I'm alive. And isn't that the worst kind?
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