When I’m hurt, I forget about all the beautiful things
I forget the taste of my favorite sweet coffee in the morning
I forget the view of sunlight creeping in my room
I forget the sound of wind chimes and calm sea waves
I forget the feeling of soft breeze lightly touching my skin
I forget the scent of the flowers my mother have grown in her garden
I forget the little chitchats and the nights out with my best friends
I forget the view of the soft blur of city lights right in front my eyes when I’m on the top of the world
When I’m hurt, I tend to forget my virtues, my capacity to do good, and my value.
If I have to kneel down and ask for one thing: it is not to remove any pain from the things that can’t be stopped from happening, but to always be reminded of the beautiful things I have around me so that no matter how shattered I am, I will be healed
— so I can keep going,
so I can go on breathing
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 1:52 AM UTC
When I’m hurt, I forget about all the beautiful things
I forget the taste of my favorite sweet coffee in the morning
I forget the view of sunlight creeping in my room
I forget the sound of wind chimes and calm sea waves
I forget the feeling of soft breeze lightly touching my skin
I forget the scent of the flowers my mother have grown in her garden
I forget the little chitchats and the nights out with my best friends
I forget the view of the soft blur of city lights right in front my eyes when I’m on the top of the world
When I’m hurt, I tend to forget my virtues, my capacity to do good, and my value.
If I have to kneel down and ask for one thing: it is not to remove any pain from the things that can’t be stopped from happening, but to always be reminded of the beautiful things I have around me so that no matter how shattered I am, I will be healed
— so I can keep going,
so I can go on breathing
