Bo·he·mi·an (n.) a person, as an artist or writer, who lives and acts free of regard for conventional rules and practices.
Welcome to my world..Hold on tight.. Sincerly, Terixoxo
Every night, it’s that one thing that I can’t cry away. It’s my heart taking over, and my mind losing all control. Living every day in the misery of fear, in the uncontrollable fate that has you hoping, even almost praying. What if’s and maybe’s, a never ending cycle. Self- doubt, self conscious, self-worth. It’s as if your life is controlled by that one emotion, that one hope, that one thing. You hate yourself for it, you yearn for it, you go crazy looking for it. When it stays so far from you, it’s as if you’ll never catch up, and if it’ll even back track to you. It doesn’t make sense, because it’s a foolish thing, it’s a silly memory, it’s a wild fantasy. It’s the biggest myth, and the largest truth. You doubt every mention, you put down every word, your disbelieve it all. Yet you worship it at every corner. It’s twisting your bones, breaking the optimism. It’s unattainable, but at the same time always there. If only your could stop seeing it, and finding the feeling instead. What is it like to feel the passion so big, so large, so describable There’s no words, not truly, because love is just dream, that you would die to live in.
I want it to become second nature.
With a name like Aphrodite, it seems there’s a lot to live up to. With being thee Aphrodite, the curse of being who I was burned deep. The goddess of love, the one every mortal desired to love or to worship. The attention was a lovely tribute, even my ego wasn’t immune to the showers of affection. Although I gave love to those who sought it out, or the ones who prayed day and night for it to come. Whether you thanked fate or blind bliss, I saw every ounce of love. The star’s in young lover’s eyes or the memories in the old one’s hearts. Yet with the cherish from them all, the worse part is they dwell in the pain. They curse Hade’s for the pain he causes, yet it had been me that causes those lover’s pain. Because without pain, you cannot truly love.
A Little bit more now…
Night Time
Little Miss Sunshine
Our love was lost..
