Too beautiful to be broken Yet we were… both Too broken to believe in beautiful So we couldn’t… both But we stayed Together and Independent Cause’ the broken recognized beautiful and the beautiful… Always understood the broken. AK ©Aditya Karna
When my own little world Turns blind towards me Yet I keep looking on When it all starts collapsing And I’m still holding on When I’m left stranded on the edge of everything And I am too lost between drowning and gasping When It gets hard to sleep and harder to breathe I lie down…
Some eternities are short but deep, some vacations don’t last that long.
And you choose to follow the light, to see what it comes from or if it’s a void just like they said.. by sticking your eye into the Keyhole.