We stay in them for we have convinced ourselves that being disrespected is better than staying alone. There’s power in rediscovering your own voice!
Sometimes the viciousness of man is more terrifying than confronting something that we can’t explain.
Somewhere between light and shadow is where we may find it best to lose ourselves wanting to be found by those that resonate with who we truly are, where we’ve been and what exactly we’ve been through and how tough it might have been. We get to have a fantasy built for ‘the rest’ just so we can live in it together with them for a while. What they don’t know is that we’re out of reach and what they can see is far from what exists. It’s good when it’s good… We have a shadow of ourselves that most of them resonate with. Sometimes we try convincing ourselves that there’s need for those shadows. Maybe the light will need the shadow to shine ‘for what becomes of light in the light without the need of shadows to shine’?
Been secretly holding onto them since I couldn’t figure out how to ‘spit’ them. Up till now, I can’t completely… Read more UNSPOKEN WORDS (II)
Some stones are
better left unturned;
you may not like what you see.
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“Where’ve you been?”
“Been out doing my rounds chasing this ‘mess'”
“Have you been able to ‘catch’ that ‘mess’?”
“Not really… but I’ve been able to grab some lessons”
( Isn’t it exhausting how we sometimes end up suppressing ourselves for the sake of ‘getting along’?
Well, I guess it is!)
I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow
And each road leads you where you want to go
And if you’re faced with the choice and you have to choose
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you
And if one door opens to another door closed
I hope you keep on walkin’ ‘til you find the window
If it’s cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile
But more than anything,
My wish for you
Is that this life becomes all that you want it to
Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small
You never need to carry more than you can hold
Say thank you! I want to hear you say it now. Out loud. ‘Thank you.’ You’re saying thank you because your faith is so strong that you don’t doubt that whatever the problem, you’ll get through it. You’re saying thank you because you know that even in the eye of the storm, God has put a rainbow in the clouds. You’re saying thank you because you know there’s no problem created that can compare to the Creator of all things. Say thank you!
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sometimes we get intimidated by the tags ‘shot’ directly at us. Tags based on our natural selves and maybe abilities, personalities, name them! Either way, one thing we can’t do is talk ourselves out of their pre-conceived ideas about us in general. How we (sometimes) wish they’d care to understand and not just think of their perceptions of us as a force to reckon with. If only someone would try enlightening them and just whisper to each one of them, “the fact that you don’t understand something, criticizing it is never the ultimate solution”.
If only for a little while…
It’s like falling into an endless ravine of nothingness with sharp thorns cutting and bruising soul.
It’s like being able to feel but can’t quite remember that feeling. If anything, the heart becomes devoid of all sorts of feelings. Then the silence becomes the perfect alternative, but yet again to some it’s flawed. If silence becomes flawed, then solitude is sought… And nah, I ain’t talking about loneliness… I’m talking of solitude. It became the perfect sought option. Was a dark period where everything had been set ablaze. Every tied knot got to be detached by the bitterness. Was a period of bleeding, hurting… name them …t’was an excruciating pain one can never have imagined. It felt like I couldn’t piece my life back together and Like ending it was the only way out…
Because it’s vital to always understand our ‘places’
As sometimes we may exaggerate our place in people’s lives not sure where exactly we stand
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It’s like trying to navigate through a fog externally while operating in a mental fog internally. Everything can seem slower, numb and like we’re looking in from the outside.
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She had been contemplating getting inked for the first time ever and why not try it out! She matched herself… Read more THE PERMANENT FRESH PIECE OF INK (I)
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