“There is a sad, romantic legend behind these stars. Do you want to hear it?”
“Yes, I do” she said as she snuggled closer to me.
“There is an old legend for these two brightest stars, Altair and Vega in the night sky. They are part of constellations Aquila and Lyra. Once there was a man named Altair. He lost his parents at a very young age. All he got in inheritance was an old bull. The man fed and cared for the old bull. He bought some land and with the help of the bull he started farming on it. One day he was sitting under an oak tree and belted out a melody. It was a tune of heartache and loss, but at the same time the melody had a hopeful side to it, it was almost romantic. This melody was overpowering and too much for the angel Vega listening from the heaven. For it was the most beautiful music she ever heard. Despite her best judgement, she descended on the Earth down from heaven and presented herself to a mortal. This was never done before. She asked him to play the music some more and he obliged. This went on for a few days. Vega would descend on to Earth and Altair would without fail play a tune that would melt Vega’s heart all over again. Soon Vega became Altair’s muse and both couldn’t live without the other. But their fairytale was turned into a tragedy when Vega’s mother, the mistress of the Sky found out about this unnatural union of a mortal and an immortal. She descended on Earth and dragged Vega off from the farm of Altair. Vega cried and resisted and yet she was taken away. The cries of desperation of Altair also fell to deaf ears. The father of Vega felt sympathetic of her love and invited Altair up to the heaven. After a long journey, he finally saw Vega only a few feet away from her. As he was approaching her, Vega’s mother conjured a river between the two lovers to prevent them from embracing each other. Every year since then Altair is invited to the heavens to look at the lover he could never have. Every year Vega and Altair stand on the edge of the river on seventh of the seventh month desperately wishing for a way to be together. Every year love fails today. “Not today” she smiled and leaned in and kissed me, under Altair and Vega.
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Fear of fear is often more fierce and horrible than the thing we are afraid of.
Many times We think alot. We are afraid of the things which doesn't even exist. Only thing that hold us is our baseless fear. It keeps us from success. It doesn't let you show your real you. Whatever you ll do will be under influence of fear.
Fear is lethal to art, creativity, and YOU.
BE YOU not what fear want to make You.
Be fearless 🤗! ~zayn from @mr.excerpt
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I know your past wasn't easy and it created monsters in your head, but please know that all of that was then, and this is now. I know the past can take ahold of us sometimes--whisper in our ears full of doubt and fear. Even I have my own demons. It won't always be easy and we're both a little damaged, but please know I'll try my best to silence those monsters inside your head. They'll have no power over us, this I promise you. We'll make it through, this I promise you too. ❤ //
Feelings and emotions are vital in everyone,
Yet many resist them,
Holding back secrets.
The pain one suffered,
Trust issues within,
Because someone someday created mess and left the way.
It's not a choice to stay quiet and pass the smile to the world,
Rather its the situations that turned the human insane.
People ask how can you keep laughing all the time,
The smiling face replies it's good,
But the heart inside breaks aloud and cries
Shouting out that I'm broken down and I don't want to show it to all.
It's about the strength and motivation within,
That holds the broken master with gleam.
Hurting others becomes the fear,
Getting hurt becomes the scenario.
Don't play with someone to just pass your time,
Hold on to the person if it's worth the while
Otherwise just pass by
Because it won't drain the person down
Because you don't know how it feels
What the person becomes
And how the person handles.❤
4 2111 minutes ago
He stood on the crib, in that shivering night.
Under the moon, his body didn't even move a sight.
Warming up his breath everytime,
He looked around that street which slept with no sun to shined.
He looked at the Moon, and kept looking till his breath turned cold.
He looked at his shadow on the road, and kept looking till everything went blank.
Sitting under the Orange Street Light, he caresses his hands onto one another,
Pushed himself, to remember where was he without the other.
Dingling, dangling, he walked merely with weakened steps.
Each step became more light on the touch of road,
Yet the boy couldn't feel, the road on the core.
Back on the hood, he sat with all the might.
Clinching his hoodie, he tried to hold back.
Opened his eyes, and looked to the side.
He couldn't hold, the demon that stood inside.
Covered the sky, all in black,
It seemed like a shadow casted on the Earth by the Sky.
Nothing seemed more peaceful, than his childhood eyes.
And nothing was more meloncholic, than his laugh,
That echoed behind.
Она не носит дорогих вещей.
Ей некогда следить за новой модой
Она от его взгляда всё слабей
И влюблена в смешного кукловода.
Её все называют грубо «Дурой»! Той блядью, коей нужен только секс
И как бы не звучало это грубо
Она, всего лишь, глупый человек.
Да, для неё желанье теплой плоти
Сильнее всех законов на земле,
Но только, если вы ей не солжете,
Она расскажет тайны о себе.
Она почует если лжете в чувствах.
Она уйдет не поднимая глаз
И сотворит одно своё безумство,
Последнее и Specially for us.
Не будет больше добренькой простушкой.
В её газах увидим только гнев.
Безумство? Да, мы сможем лишь услышать
Какой ты, сука, «Мерзкий человек!». Отродье дьявола, она милей котенка,
Но когти запускает до масла.
Ну, а глаза светлей, чем у ребенка
Так, а внутри бушует сатана.
Он ей повелевает беспощадно.
И запрещает милой девой быть,
И трахает её так сладостно и жадно,
Что в принципе не нужен ей мужик.
Она не носит дорогих вещей,
С нее срывают их, как только он захочет,
Но от него становится сильней!
На это мой рассказ о ней закончен.