Through what he gives,
Through what he takes,
He encompasses his love
Through the people in your life
Through the blessings you have
Through the struggles
Through the pursuits
And through the purpose he sets out for you.
Who is he?
He is the one who creates you.
He is the one who creates me.
He is the one who creates us.
The one and only.
you taught me that it was okay
to not always be o k a y,
that there are people
who won’t run on the days
when i am exhausted and hurting
and way too hard to deal with
you’ve held my hand
for over twenty years,
and you are still holding on
thank you. i love you, always.
these delicate wings
beat with persuasive power,
fireflies turning night’s somber tone
into the softest glow
we dance on the fringe,
bathed in their forest of light
- ashley jane
Coming here lets me clear my thoughts. I often find that my ideas and thoughts are of little significance usually. Honestly, my heart is beyond heavy. Clinging on with every last bit of strength it can muster for such an itty bitty muscle. Fighting for something oblivious to my mind. Perhaps I should trust it...right? I could really use some advice. I’m lost in thoughts presently.
Todos la ven como poca cosa, como un capricho o enfermedad caprichosa, como si se eligiera estar deprimido, nunca se ve la causa, ni el por qué.
A lo mejor nos estaremos ahogado en un vaso de agua para los demás, pero para quien sufre en compañía de la soledad, la depresión es el vaso que puede ser un basto mar donde solo buscamos sobrevivir a ese vacío, a no hundirnos, ni tocar ese fondo prohibido donde no hay marcha atrás, no hay opciones ni alternativas, solo oscuridad.
There goes my heart beating
'Cause you are the reason
I'm losing my sleep
Please come back now
There goes my mind racing
And you are the reason
That I'm still breathing
I'm hopeless now
I'd climb every mountain
And swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what I've broken
Oh, 'cause I need you to see
That you are the reason
We can try, and we can try, and we can try. But sometimes, we just aren’t enough for some, and that’s okay. It shouldn’t be the end of the world, even though it feels like that in the moment. Life has a funny way of showing us exactly where we shouldn’t be, while subtly guiding us in the right direction. It may not feel like that at the time - it will rip and tear and break us apart, if we let it. But we always end up on our path eventually, and life will show us that, even though we aren’t enough for some, we are more than enough for ourselves, and for those who truly appreciate us.
She has been here so many times before. So tonight when he came home, he figured she just had one to many like the night before. He doesn't dare wake her because he's over the fight she has in store. Without saying a word he walks down the hall thinking in just a few she will crawl into bed and by morning he'd wake with her in his arms.
Oversleeping he wakes up angry. She was the one who set the alarm. He jumps up in a panic rushing down the hall ready to give her a piece of his mind. He's so pissed he don't realize that she's lying the same way she was when he walked passed her just hours before.
Going on and on he screams fuck it I can't do this anymore!! Packing his ba...
Please dont call crying a weakness. We all have our outlets. We all feel with dfferent intensities. In your anger you burst out you lash out, you scream. You hurt somebody.
I shout out everything i have to say and burst into a cloud of tears, its not wrong, it doesnt hurt anybody. Its easier, its lighter. I have no guilt then. But i come back home and mom sits next to me and says hon, you have to be strong you cant cry like that in front of the people who hurt you it makes them feel like they won. And when she puts it this way she doesnt sound wrong. So im up all night still crying blinking a the speed of light begging my mind to stop thinking for this one moment and be positive like my SO s...
Empty Shell. It's an analogy to feeling nothing. But what if it's more? What if there's hope?
When a hermit crab out grows it's shell, it leaves to find a bigger one.
What if I have outgrown this situation? What if I am off to find a bigger one?
What if I'm not the same person I was, and I'm just waiting for someone new to move in?
What if feeling deserted and empty are all part of the process?
Well I wish it would hurry up and get it over with.
There was always a 'you'. A you in every song, every thought, every whisper, every dream, on every street, on the metro, at the corner of the corridors, every movie, every tune, sometimes even in hues when i spent hours thinking about the guy in the red t shirt. Even the sentences that begun with an 'I' always ended with a 'you'. At each turnabout there was somebody that i named 'you'.
The possesiveness of this pronoun always got the best of me. It held on to me. Kept me at my closet for hours, wondering, what piece of clothing has the authenticity and grace, sorry i Euphamised, has the audacity and drips the right proportion of confidence to please the dear heart that belongs to the 'you' o...
Cómo no decirte que yo a ti te quiero, si, te quiero de la forma más bonita que se puede querer.
Love me more
or love me less
Hold me close
or leave me far behind
or erase me from your mind
But tell me once
and tell me always
That I am
and always will be
Your first love.
Es curioso como el amor va creciendo con el simple hecho de mirarte a los ojos, de sostener tu mano, de abrazarte y de sentarme contigo a que nos rodee el silencio. Es muy extraño la cantidad de amor que uno puede llegar a sentir por otro humano, dicen que el amor rompe barreras y demás. Pues han hablado mucho del amor, en realidad todo lo que has escuchado de él se queda corto comparando con lo que yo siento por ti, no me cansaré de devir que la única persona que sabe cuánto te amo soy yo, quizá ni tú lo llegues a comprender, pero te prometo vida mia que a diario lo vas a sentir, no sientas que se ha acabado en algún momento, eso no va a pasar, ya encontré mi lugar soy de aquí, soy de ti y a...
It’s funny how people just use your presence until you are a part of their daily routine and then they just replace you or leave you. They make you feel uncomfortable, unworthy and unwanted. A lot of us go through this mini trauma. And we all have this fear of abandonment. You’re worth everything good.
I must say it is really courageous to be in that situation when you give your all to someone knowing the face that they might take away your essence of life and break everything in a fraction of a second.
We all want that someone, who will never stop choosing us and who will be there for us when no one will believe in our existence.
We find a lot of people and we tend to fall for them coz ...
Not a care in the world
Carefree and blissful in my own bubble
I let the days pass by
One day at a time
And wait with baited breath as to what the next day will bring for me
Will it bring me love ,pain or loss,
Which one will it be I question myself
Well it does not matter for
Life is such
The ups and downs ,the highs and lows ,
We all go through it
But what I love most about this life is the joy that nature brings in abundance
The pouring rain
The smell of fresh air after a heavy rainfall
The chirping of the birds early in the morning
The moonlit night
The early sunrise and the way the sun slowly disappears into the horizon making way for the moon to dance the night away
It's been awhile since I thought of you.
Your face appeared like an old photo that stayed the same.
Stoic and solid, heroic and fearsome. Your eyes mirrored the woman who birthed you and the people before her when the world was different and simple.
I wondered what you thought of me if you were here.
I wondered if you'd recognize me as
I saw you in every man I've ever loved.
The only trace I have of you is your last name.
I wondered if you ever remembered me up there.
Despite everything that you had said and done,
I wished you could see me riding a bike, watch the fireworks together and maybe walk me down the aisle someday.
I wished you could see me now and told me everything i never heard...
My mom died when I was 17, I remember one Night, it was years later I had said to him that it was OK to Start seeing someone new. And he said "no your mom was the one for me so why look for someone else" For years I always wanted that kind of love from somebody that my dad had for her, And 16 years later I'm realizing that I also remember hearing my mom didn't want my dad any longer but she stayed with him.
I don't want that kind of love any longer....
But I want someone to love me back the way I love them.
Random memory that hit me.
Made me sad. And angry. My dad doesn't deserve to be alone. Hes had a horrible life.
I also feel bad he had to deal with a child like me. And still do...
I will give you
all of me
if you give me
just a piece of you