Fierce

She was water, yet she was flame. The moon that burned strong like the sun. From afar, she glowed like a pale melancholy. It was when I approached near, that I realized there was a glint in her eyes. It's people like her that are said to intoxicate on lookers. Beautiful, silent and strong.
-Aafreen Nazeera Siraj

Jon snow

Murder me in cold blood and leave me there to die. The snow shall pierce my soul and wake me into an endless half life.

Smile

"What was the first thing you noticed about me?" she asked. "Your smile", he said. 

It doesn't take much to put a smile on her face, but that wasn't what he wanted from her anymore. She was always the type of girl that treasured those little things in life. You didn't need to be rich and powerful, just thoughtful and loving. That was more than enough to fill her heart with warmth and joy. However, lately, her soul seemed to be crumbled and withered away by those ever so little yet constant disappointments. All she wanted to do was smile and be happy. But, how could she? When all that the world seemed to want from her was the contrary.

 The danger of being that kind of person who is lifted up by simple things is that you can be destroyed by them as well. No one can see what's going on inside your mind. Only you can. That's the reason why you can't depend on anyone else to understand your feelings. Don't expect them to apologize or sympathize.
 So if you've lost your smile , just hug yourself tight and tell yourself that everything's alright. Remember this when you spend your nights trembling in grief with a heart full of stone and your eyes are swollen from the river that you cried.

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Lost and Found

Am I lost? The buildings around me are like giants that roam the earth. So strange, yet so magnificent. The world has become a place that is so different. Everything is made by man, made by the strength that puts them together. It is no longer carefree like the wind. It does not grow freely like the grass across boundless earth. It is still beautiful... because now, it has more diversity. So many textures grasping onto time,onto millions of lives. So this is a message. A message that I would like to give to my ever changing soul... "I love the way I am, I love my fickle mind, and no matter how much changes, I can never be lost, because this is my home."
-Aafreen Nazeera Siraj

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