And Aubrey was her name . .

"An artist’s heart and a scholar’s mind."

"A wonderful mind triggers a supernova." -Six Word Story

"A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind" -Florence + Machine, Cosmic Love             It was a finer  mess of things. A pleasant arrangement of chaos. A movement of stars through the contrails and slowly without a rough to form their chronic constellations. And it caught my attention. How do they align themselves when they are light years away from each other? Who guides them in the midst of darkness in the cosmic space? Who decides when they should align and when not to? Does it hurt every time they fall? And in the first place, why do they shoot themselves from the sky when there is no one to catch them beneath?             I was once someone who dared to defy the gravity. Falling into something and expecting to rise. Loved someone the way astronomers love the s...

"This is gospel for the fallen ones Locked away in permanent slumber Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories" -Brendon Urie, This is Gospel             Considered a misfit, a square peg in round hole. Criminal without a vindication, condemned by ignorance. If you're a holy person, or a worshiper of the conventional standard of goodness, stop reading now. The following words are just arrays of unholy oaths. As this for the renegades, a confession of apostasies. A  gospel for monsters.             "I stand often in the dark cracks, under the deepest pit, where centaurs, titans, and behemoth dwells. Yes, I do fight against them, but more often, I just play along with them."             When we were kids, our parents would always tell us not to be afraid of monsters, as they only e...

"People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair." -Franz Kafka       The deepest pit  is not the surface beneath the ground. The void is not darkest space, and the infernal region is not the most petrifying place. On a certain extent, these things subsist in a tremendous world inside of us. A formidable cosmos, an endless abyss. A breeding ground for monsters.       It is a place where breathing is different and every perspective is distorted. It is unfathomable and aloof which nothing can come except a chariot. That one day, it will roll up, will get bigger and bigger, that will fill the whole world at the moment it reaches you. You will fall into this enveloping medium like a child being submerged into the upholstery of a freight that drives through the storm and night, through the fire and brimstone. "I cannot make you understand. I cannot...

"Being calm while suffering in silence." -Six Word Story