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The Fog

via    Her words were like music to his ears. Yet when the words were exhaled, curling out likes puffs of fog, released with her breath, everything around him got hazy. Confusion is what he felt. Confusion because he has heard theses words before. From another.    She inhaled, ready to release the words again, but he turned, striding away into the fog her words created. She screamed for him. Pleaded in a pitiful manner of longing. She wished to move from her spot but with the fog already curling around her she knew she'd lose herself. She'd lose herself and possibly him too.    So she let him go. * * *    In this scene, the fog is a resemblance of the confusing chaos life decides to dish out to us. It clouds our vision, overtaking, curling around our bodies with long fingers, coaxing us to come closer. Some people think they're so smart, by avoiding it. They think they can just walk around the fog and avoid what hides behind it. B...

what's black, white, and read all over?

Inspirational nothings, my dear friends. Inspiration itself is nothing but what clicks in one's brain. If it clicks with them it may not click with you. But when inspiration comes it's like a tidal wave full of shining possibilities that won't end until your brain storming comes to a halt. Even as it stops, it's churning, still thinking, building up like music into this crescendo of what eventually evolves into your burst of creativity. It's like a cycle. Everything in life is like a cycle. thanks for reading. <3 xx Nicole Rose

Fly

via Wind. Wind can't bear my weight. But if I spread my arms out, Giving myself the essence of wings, And if I take a running start, Maybe, Just maybe, I'll be able to fly. thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

"It's all been done."

The things I say have already been said. The thoughts I think have already then thought. The smells, the movements, the gestures, expressions; it's all been done. I'm told to be unique. How will I be unique in a world where everything's already been completed? * * * This is how I feel with, like... everything . thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin