Aren't you a traitor to yourself if you go against everything you stood for just to get ahead?
Aren't you a banished subject from your own heart if you juggle more than one just to be the one that doesn't get hurt?
I am eternally sorry, for not cherishing the clean air I breathed every day, the ordinary I have long seen as just part of any mortal's journey,
I am eternally sorry, for the pains I have only heard of and crawled in fear, the death that is only a faint fog of insanity in my reality,
I am eternally sorry for the kisses on my cheeks that I had taken as usual, the love that I claimed to be unfazed about has not reached many,
I am eternally sorry for letting the world taint the empathy I nursed, the brutality of the world I still am incapable of accepting in truth with certainty.
If memories are magnified by your eyes, it's your reflection, sweet girl.
If scars are now just a map to your soul, it's because you're yourself, sweet girl.
If your hands are a work of art that create a work of art, it's because you took your time, sweet girl.
If your core doesn't weaver under pressure, it's because you made sure you were safe, sweet girl.
You're here but not at the same time. You stand on the two connected roads with drastically different ends yet you hesitate, taking steps to the other means you can't go back, but do you really want to have that thing lording you for eternity. Our choices are what defines us more than our abilities. You choose, you become what you choose.
You're here in this place but not at the same time. You are the one they regretted because you're unforgettable yet all your charms have dark qualities, not everyone understands or appreciates that kind. You can have influence or credit but not both for you define something or you let it define you.
Your laugh fills the room, living little cracks on walls from the strength of your happiness.
Your sadness is just the same. It has a tendency to take over your surroundings and plunge it to madness.
My lone moments are for my soul. Now I understand what she meant by you're not competing against anyone, just with me, myself, and I.
Читать полностью…I am collecting candles on an evening like their aroma is what brings me back to life. As they weep from the fire that I started, I like to watch them change faces. It is like losing control while still being in control of your fate.
I am gathering a glow on the pitch black world, to fill what I can with peace. As the last flicker of light dies, I wouldn't mind if I let it make me lose control.
Engraved with a pen of dying purpose you seem to completely own the fact that things change and nothing lasts like a lonely noon,
Sleeping peacefully in a graveyard in the remembrance of the wisdom of the crossover stream,
Covered with little patches of me like I am still there in that place that is fragile.
I dream for another moment in the harness,
A lover of the stars would appear from the daunting smokes,
I would know the scent of it by name and find solace,
I dream for another glance to a woman's curse,
A fanatic of her scars would emerge and prance,
I would know the scene of survival by heart and find the source of darkness.
I listened to forest green eyes. They told me to keep myself intact so no one would raise a wildfire against me just to entertain in watching my burning body,
I listened to my shadows more often than I let people speak for me. They told me that small doses of reality are found within my boundaries and the walls I raise to the outside galaxy protect and preserve me.
-If the mute speaks, you must listen.
"She's the type of girl that can have anybody but can't be had, like a number with a missing digit or a story unwritten. And she left her impression on you like a lipstick on a napkin and in an old song's chorus you'd always know the words to."
-credits to unknown author 💋
I sink deep into the misfortunes of being the one that doesn't trick you. I won't change myself for anyone. I loathed how easily you're manipulated into accepting everything you heard. Did I not make a good enough impression or are you that easily fooled?
I dug deep into the lies that were told like a hot tea that don't go cold. I know myself and that's what matters. I don't explain myself because if you're the one you'd know me by my sigh and my eyes. Was I mistaken about you or were you just mistaken about me?
And the cities you grew up are foreign. The lights have darkness, the streets have loud sadness. Always looking for what's gone while something newer or better is in front of our faces. Resistance is a sign of spirit. Is it fear or self-hate that makes us not fight for the truth?
And history is being made before our eyes, whether for the greater good or built on top of the blood of children, we can't learn to live with change that influences us to change in a gray way for finding comfort means being insensitive and hating it means you're rebellion in a king's world, awaiting for the day they ask for your thoughts and then execute you.
It is unlike you to sway with a ghost, trying to grab hands that don't exist on your waist,
It is unlike your nature to be shaken, trying to cease time where it is now, is a waste,
It's unlike you to imagine pale eyes staring from across the timezones and across a crowded room,
It's unlike you to have one feet in the air, hoping you would still balance the world and all it's doom.
I believe in walking to the other side of this life in silence. Find silence and let it overflow.
Читать полностью…There's a time to walk away from anything or anyone. You'll know it has arrived if you give much more than you receive.
Читать полностью…To retort in defiance of the 'now' is to render the past 'you' obsolete, it's to erase the future that you died for.
Читать полностью…Aren't you in love with the silence after everything passed? You admire the footprints you regretted and you see the faults in the things you were proud of.
Aren't you star-struck at the voice that comes out whenever everything is quiet? You give thanks to past lights and present darkness.
~I often ask myself if we're waging war on ourselves solely to know ourselves more.