I always thought it was strange how someone would suddenly wake up one day not loving their significant other anymore. How would it feel to have your feelings disappear as if you were placed in the wrong story, and the writer, yourself, suddenly rewrites the script as you dream sweetly and in loving oblivion that you would soon have your world being drawn upside down. I guess things always happen...
We made the night sky our canvas and drew in the stars as we created our personal constallations. We sat on the clouds, watched the moon graze passed our silhouttes, and fell asleep in arms together as the moon set for the sun to rise. We flew overseas and fought the dangers within our own hearts, and the trip to a place that only resided within our imagination and inbetween the specs of stardust...
Hatred to me is always temporary. People just believe it is permanent because they are reluctant to forgive or be forgiven. Because when you forget and suddenly remember, you have the choice to let it go as a thought or take it as a constant rage.
Anyone can give up. It is the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it...
Maybe sometimes you have to get a little lost in order to be found again. Maybe we have to be scared and fear in order to have courage to become brave and fearless.
Life is like a romance and we are the romantics. Yearning for a bit of passion in the things we do and being surrounded by the love we feel and imagine. As if this was the most ironic love story of the world that everyone partakes in, and endings never exist until we have found our genuine novel.
your love is like an umbrella keeping me from the rain that tries to pour down ۵ into my world that shines everyday and so when i felt the rain drops fall on ۵ my cheek you opened your arms...
I gave you A kiss goodnight As salt began To roll down Your face I told you Everything would Be alright That I am Always here To stay.
Do not go searching for yourself or finding a remedy that does not exist, discover yourself. Attempt new things and change your daily routine and colour your life a little more here and there with unique activities or something different. You never know what you will discover.
Standing on the edge of uncertainty and struggles, we find ourselves hanging by the strands of hope and belief. Hanging under the jagged terrain so terrifying, we hold each other mentally hand in hand in trust of one another. The lies and truths, fear and loss, regret and pain—the thoughts submerged beneath our feet that are not left to be unsaid, but only feared to be spoken at all. A speeched...
When you have something to hide in the dark, eventually it peers out into the light over time. What is forced to be unseen is what becomes seen in the instances that are unexpected. Whether the outcome may be good, bad, or nothing at all, eventually what is kept away under the water rises to the surface sooner or later.
It is good to be a dreamer and to dream, but do not fall too deep into your own fantasy that you forget to live in achieving it.
I never saw the use of critising anyone for what they do not do, as apposed to something they are not exposed to. Everyone can dance, everyone can sing, everyone can write, everyone can really, do anything. The passion of our creativity becomes very limited when exposed to only so much. So I suppose that is why I get so irritated when people say they “can’t” do anything at all....
One day when this is gone, so will all my precious thoughts that came along to be written on here. Which is why I do not often write here as much as I do with my journal. I like to keep my thoughts close and everlasting.
We protect what is most precious to us by instinct. There is a sort of motherly love that connects and ties us to the very things that can shatter or rebuild our entity. And when what is most precious suddenly disappears and falls through our fingertips like sand, a kind of void is created for the amount of time it is gone, and when permanent, much more damaging to the heart. But you cannot blame...
People are disinclined to hearken the emotions that their souls hanker for. The truth that oozes right through their words and peers like daggers through the doorways of imagination, yet you place yourself in denial. Only curtaining the potent of your heart and repudiating who you really are.