Good things fall apart which makes room for the better.
Something I've learned about relationships - platonic and romantic. I've had alot of fallouts with 'good' people only to be paired with FAR better ones. These things do take time. For a long time, I was paranoid about who I can/can't trust (tbh, I still am. It's not something you quickly get over) but hey, I've made better friends in a long run and they sure as **** aren't toxic!
Be back soon! (A goal of mine is to get my Lessons Learned collection up to 100 at least!)
doubt fills my head until I am drowning in it even when I come up for air, another wave crashes over trapping me under the surge of the tide a relentless sea to cleanse this relentless mind but I don't feel cleansed for my thoughts are broken and scattered like pieces of glass on the sand where waves crash trapping me under the surge of the tide a relentless sea and this broken mind
I have no idea where this came from, just word ***** mostly
And like that she became wet. ******* before she bathed in the storm. Umbrella left home, by the door. She wanted to be cleansed. Clothes thrown to the side. Where's the fun in being dry. To rush every moment that craves to be moist. Splashing in puddle after puddle. The Infatuation of being free. The depth of being caught in a portrait just before it drys. Covered in layer after layer of heavy blue. A foam of white. A kiss that quenches every thirst. Our lips the brush that sops the wetness. Forever more. To purposely be caught without an umbrella
I scream to the stars above "What do you want from me?!" The wind picks up Stealing what little breath I hold Sleeping flowers awaken, only to find that rain season has just begun The rain comes from my eyes I curse your moonbeam eyes That once danced in front of mine And in comes the sun Burning where you once held me And suddenly... peace.
Dawn of day’s…future days; the sun has shown Emerge… shake off what scab still remains and wipe the sleep from your eyes Stand tall; allow the encrusted quagmire to flake from your body Resurrect; cleanse yourself in the acceptance of a rejuvenated self Drink from the cup of prospect; fill your belly with optimism Clothe yourself in skin more fitting, one that dose not reflect the scars of battles past Stand out from the shadows, walk into the light, and immerse yourself in what is today Yesterday was yesterday and is forgotten; tomorrow is waiting to be written Breath in the possibilities, ink the quill and begin to write
There was a pool. A deep pool of watery emotion. I must keep my head above water to survive. For years that's what I've done.
Circumstances drew my being into the deep unknown. As long as I may keep my head above water, surely I will sustain life. The water seemed black, Tarnished The darkness trickling from every pore of my body.
I was slumped in a whirlpool laden with dismay. On a mission to seek safety, I constantly held my head above water. There came a time where I felt as though I no longer had the strength to stay safe. My energy was becoming exhausted I felt a weight dragging me under, prompting me to sink. All I could see was the darkness.
I felt the misery ******* my inner being as my lips took one last breath before relinquishing myself to immorality. I pierced my eyes closed, as tight as I could as an attempt to keep the unlit from entering my perception.
Although plagued by fear of this darkness and essentially the unknown, I knew I had to fight. And by fight I mean surrender, for fighting is all I have ever done.
Opening my eyes I felt the battle be drawn from my psyche. I let go of the connection. The preexisting negative prejudice and judgement floated to nothingness. By taking away the battle, so to was the darkness and associated distress.
The whirlpool of water which I always believed to be darkness suddenly appeared as still, pure, clean, and clear water which flowed through my every pore. Dignity returned. Happiness too. There was now only light overflowing my inner self. Cleansed and free, I finally found safety.