Random Leaf #1376

They called him a liar because no ine believed in him. Even, he continued to tell them lies. Little by little, with his own effort, he made everyone one of his tales a reality. Truth be told, he never lied. He just told them many promises, impossible promises, and he kept them and more so will keep on maming them real. He is no liar, to all the man that I knew, he is the most honest.

Random Leaf #1375

For I, too, fear that one day this flame wil turn to sparks and then to embers. If it's no longer love, what then will it be called?

Random Leaf #1374

The villain smiled, unable to shed any tears for those who had wronged him. They had transformed him into the inevitable. Only blood would flow where tears should have been. He had once been kind, just, and gentle, but the cruel world forced him to unravel. A hollowed smile played on his lips. He wasn't happy; the emotion of sadness eluded him entirely. He simply became what fate had dictated. But perhaps it wasn't fate at all. It could all have been just an accident. The cruel world was oblivious to his fragility. As he broke, so too did the world.

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Random Leaf #1373

The blind will not see the ugliness of this world nor will they see the beauty it has to offer.

Random Leaf #1372

True beauty need no eyes to shine. The observers are but trivial to the absolute.

Random Leaf #1371

For if miracles undon by fate willingly perverse the patience of one who kept faith, will the faithful on their own act upon unwillingly to deny fatw and make themselves their own artificial miracle? Artificial it may be, a miracle is still a miracle. A blind man may no longer see if unacted upon fate but surely one who have never seen the light may actually know how to beheld beauty.

Random Leaf #1370

And to the one who have lose his faith in miracles, isn't he who is truly faithful who just keeps on moving without obliging the machination to act and settle on their own act to proceed the miracle desired by their heart?

Random Leaf #1369

Unwillingly, we burn ourselvea just for the unseen foreign far away world would get a chance to see our feint spark. In the grand design, each of us are but small dots. We are never insignificant.

Random Leaf #1368

They are part of the act too. Although, they are unaware. They await the miracle to happen while those on the stage are the one who made the miracles happen. They too ate unaware of the miracles they make.

Random Leaf #1367 IG

Their eyes cannot visibly unpart visions of the worlds unseen.

Random Leaf #1366

There those who see cracks. There are those who see strings. There are those who see tears. The only thong they have in common is they too are unaware of teh cracks, the strongs and tears they have on themselves.

Random Leaf #1365

Those are not snow. They are ashes.

Random Leaf #1364

No, it isn't rain that you're hearing. It's the whole world giving you an applause. The words maybe feint, but you can hear it. They are asking for an encore. The stage is not yet for you to leave.

Random Leaf #1363

For the truth was far more tragic than the story foretold. The hero was more wise compared to the tales. In order to save her, he blinded himself, knowing full well it was the only way to save her. And the tragedy after was when she saw his face bruised and unbecoming, she left him.

Random Leaf #1362

No, that's not it. He was not crying that she had moved on without him.

Random Leaf #1361

It's the truth, is it not?

Random Leaf #1360

If your eyes does not contain stars, be the galaxy and in it, I will be your star.

Random Leaf #1359

There were blood everywhere and yet the smile she wore was not firce. She was, actually, happy.

Random Leaf #1358

One day, may you find people who will be glad you ever existed.

Random Leaf #1357

And there will be songs, sung cheerfully, yet people who this songs are meant to, can't feel but sadness. Words conveyed lightly weigh heavily on tugged heart. Tears that overflow are the hands that claps for encore. It hurts beautifully that one would glad continue to be in despite in pain.