We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is part we choose to act on . That's who we really are
When someone asks what i’m scared of
I play i basic and say the dark.
Sometimes I’ll say heights,
Needles or even sharks.
Maybe I’ll say spiders,
Or flying above the ground.
I’ll say confined spaces,
Or even pain and loud sounds.
But I hide my real fears
And put it on a far shelf,
Cause my biggest fear is that you’ll see me
The way I see myself.
The world is filed with people who, no matter what you do, will point blank not like you.
But it is also filled with those who will love you fiercely. They are your people. You are
not for everyone and that’s ok. Talk to the people who can hear you.
Don’t waste your precious time and gifts trying to convince them of your value, they won’t
ever want you’re selling. Don’t convince them to walk alongside you. You’ll be wasting both
your time and theirs and will likely inflict unnecessary wounds, which will take precious time
to heal. You are not for them and they are not for you; politely wave them on and continue
along your way. Sharing your path with someone is a sacred gift; don’t cheapen this gift by
rolling yours in the wrong direction.
When I run after what I think I want
My days are a furnace of distress and anxiety;
If I sit in my own place of patience,
What I need flows to me,
And without any pain.
From this I understand that
What I want also wants me,
Is looking for me
And attracting me;
When it cannot attract me
Any more to go to it,
It has to come to me.
There is a great secret
In this for anyone
Who can grasp it.
I am slowly learning what it means to be human.
I am slowly learning how to forgive the past. How to accept that sometimes beautiful things end, that sometimes the timing isn’t right, that sometimes the messiness of life gets in the way, I am slowly learning that endings aren’t something to be upset about, but rather, I am slowly learning how to appreciate how damn lucky I was to experience something real and hopeful and light in a world that sometimes fails to be soft.
I am slowly learning how to be alone. I am slowly learning how to wake up in the middle of the bed. How to make just one cup of coffee in the mornings. How to hold my own heart, how to take up my own space. I am slowly learning how to stop filling voids with other human beings, and instead, I am slowly learning how to confront the void itself . How to heal it.
I am slowly learning what it means to be human. What it means to make mistakes and learn from them. What it means to be both happy and sad at the same time. I am slowly learning how to do damn work. How to stop running from what is heavy and uncomfortable in my life. How to take the easy route less and less. How to grow myself, how to be a better person.
It’s time to start putting yourself first and believing you deserve it.
Isn’t it exhausting to always calculate your actions
based on other people’s opinions of you? Isn’t it
exhausting to always put others first while you suffer,
just to please them or to show them that you care?
Doing what feels good to you doesn’t mean you lack
love for other surround you. It simply means you also
love yourself just as much. learn how to invest in you
and pursue all the things that make you happy and
fulfilled. Even if it’s just taking yourself on a two -day
trip or saying NO to going out with friends because you
prefer a quiet night at home or working less and taking
some time off for you mental health. Remember that
you’re just as important as those you love.
i think you can tell a lot about a person
by the way they talk about time.
if time is something linear or cyclical.
if they talk about their life as though
it goes through seasons the way nature does
or if it is something ever growing,
always moving forward.
if they talk about failure as though
it is several steps back on their timeline
or simply a change of course.
if they describe the day according to
the clock or to the sky.
was it 5am or dawn?
8pm or twilight?
i love to notice whether they speak as though
the hours ahead are on opportunity
or if they are an order.
i love to wonder,
is time something that carries them
or something they are carrying?
i don’t really know what to do
with this knowledge.
i just like having it.
i just like the thought that i can tell
something
other than the time.
i just wanna go back
back before everything
before all the problems
back to that simple love
yea i was naïve
but i was happy
just you and me
all that i need
i know now
it couldn’t have lasted long
if only i knew then
what i know now
i would have held you tighter
i want to find home in you again
i want to find that simple love
if only you would let me
i would run into your arms
and never look back
Hey
Hey, I know we weren’t meant to be together
And between us, this might never work at all.
But what love would it be if I wasn’t still happy for you
When you parted from me and between us built a wall.
Hey, I know you don’t feel the same way
And you can never reciprocate this feeling
And you should know I don’t feel upset
In fact, I’m on my way to healing.
Hey, I always knew I might never get you
And we might not have our desired end
So I just look for opportunities to talk to you.
Becauese I’m okay being just a friend.
Hey, I might not be the one
And there’s someone else who’ll meet you in a while
Who has been born with the streak of luck
And who deserves to see your smile.
But hey, when you smile I smile too.
This big, goofy grin on my face.
And I’ll always be waiting at home for you.
If you ever decide to stop by, in case.
Because, hey, you know, love doesn’t always mean being together.
I find solace in listening to your laugh
And I’m fine with us being miles apart yet close at heart.
I might not be yours, but you are my other half.
Who told you that your shyness
doesn’t make you strong?
Who told you that the way you are
is limited and wrong?
Inside you lies a silent strength
that rests behind your eyes.
It can notice people bluffing
and can see between two lies.
Your quiet is a shield with which
you guard a loyal heart,
and in a world full of false-heartedness
the way you guard it is an art.
Shyness doesn’t mean that you
don’t live your life out loud;
it means that you have strength
and for that I hope you’re proud.
They thought she was delicate
Like a pretty, little flower
But she is so much more than that
She holds extraordinary power
They thought they could crush her
Like a daisy in their hands
Yet there is something about her
That they do not understand
she is wildflower
The type you cannot tame
The girl who brings the sun
There is venom in her blood
and danger in her eyes
But she hides her power well
You couldn’t find it if you tried
They did not believe in her
Because they thought she was weak
But she was not the flower
She was the snake underneath
Autumn 