I guess what I realized today was something that a friend of mine brought up, the thing is when certain things are spoken of and you feel even just the slightest bit of it affecting you, probably one way or … Continue reading
This is what happens every time. No wonder it gets harder to let your guard down because you never know what might come to break you once again. It’s like a cycle that keeps happening over and over, You’re tired … Continue reading
You’re quietly reading a book. Unaware of the things that surround you. When a certain line just hits you right through. You see yourself as another being. Far apart from the girl in a pony tail looking very serious as she reads her book.
You start to hear a familiar sound. It’s music. Probably something you’ve never heard of before but something makes the song feel calm, sincere. Different.
It feels like Love.
And you return back to yourself and read those lines over and over again. Nothing seems to have changed. Except for the fact you can hear the song inside your head.
—-“How did you know it was me?” I have to ask.
“The way you looked at me,” she says. “It couldn’t have been anyone else.”
This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be. —-
It’s only a few times you encounter a song so beautiful, so different from the rest that it sticks with you and now all you want is to share it with the rest of the world, to those seeking for the great perhaps, to those who have failed and are scared to try again and to those who feel lost and still searching for what seems to be missing…
That’s what inspires me the most.
Hold on to it.
It Wasn’t Her Fault It wasn’t her fault,all though she got blamed.No one felt her truth,No one saw her pain. It wasn’t her faultnothing could really be,if only they could see,inside her true identity. It wasn’t her faulteveryone thought … Continue reading
It bothers me how giving advice to a friend is easier than taking your own advice for yourself.
After all the stress, this day turned out to be quite awesome. I guess sometimes it is your day, and when that day comes you have to make every minute count.
“Will you be staying?” I asked. “Honestly, I’m not that sure.”
I know time will come where in things have to change and it’s only then when I realize I should have made the best out of it.
I hope that day doesn’t come. But if it ever does, I hope that I will be strong enough to let go.
Darn. what a crappy way for a first post. Ugh I suck at writing lol.