your worth is unmeasurable
its value is so high yet so low all it takes is the right person to determine how much you’re worth but don’t let an unmeasurable soul measure your worth. don’t let one with an unmeasurable worth determine the value of yours.
- don’t gift fragile hands with the power over your worth and be surprised of the repercussions.
for a moment i lost focus.
i lost focus. began to forget parts of myself that made me me. i lost focus on myself. only to direct it to the temporary world that we live in. for a long time i lost focus of my mind. only to focus on the blur and haziness that is my life.
-feeling out of touch is one of the worst things yet.
so you went on to let things go,
to stay away from the people who loved you most. all because you were looking forward to something perfectly undulant, so unexpected and so unfortunately right for you. but what you didn't know was that you were looking forward to what would be the declivity of your life. undulant. unexpected. unfortunate.
- it is what it is
of all the mistakes
you will make avoid ruining the trust that one has for you see trust as water. when water spills you can always soak it back up but it will never be the same amount that it initially was. -z
—-the truth about trust
gorging through the sturdy built walls of persona
the piercing beak spares nothing of your emotion unwelcomed but persistent it swoops down filling your ecstatic mind withs its ferocious feathers of poor aura and corruption malovent in its actions; its screeches reflect off of your deception of things that you once loved and held with full appreciation that’s the power of overthinking - for it’s suspiciously secrete like the crow, surviving off of adverse assumptions.
overthinking really does overpower us.
people are poetry
often times we overanalyse, expect too much and demand an answer from the most simplest concepts. the simplest people. people are poetry for what seems to be complicated can be the described in the simplest terms; if only ears are patient enough to await the meanings that unravel themselves. people are poetry for they are simple yet intricate, coherent but complex, and ever so full of meaning; if only ears were patient enough to await the meanings - that unraveled themselves through time and understanding - only then will we accept that people are poetry. -z
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just when you think you've moved on
you find yourself back at square one with an evolved mindset and mentality ready to do the same thing that forced you to change once again. -z
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