There are things called chromebooks, and they are like laptops but they have one small difference, they can fit in your bag, they can run offline, they can by used by schools, they can be monitored, they are cool they are lightweight they are good-looking and most of all they are fun to use
You are so small, so petite I could almost pluck you from this field of flowers and place you in my shirt pocket, just to see if you could possibly get any closer to my heart I already feel you crawling from chamber to chamber But ****, if I could feel your physical touch inside my chest, would it really feel so different ? You are so warm, so gentle, so sweet Always fresh as a daisy And your hands, Always busy as bees And your lips, As if carved from rose petals, Remain forever on mine Because I cannot stay away Opiates are nothing compared to you But, alas, I am addicted
the salesperson pointed me towards the petite section told me 'oh the women's section isn't for you'
made me realize how much i've shrunk
don't get me wrong i'm still 5'2 (& a half) still weigh somewhere near 120 but i have bent and burnt into the corners
i have shrunk
it's a slow process you don't even realize that it is happening until you find yourself smaller than ever and you wonder how could a personality as big as mine become as small as this
perhaps it first began when i learnt to stay quiet when i really wanted to say no or yes or maybe or i believe or i don't think so
i looked down kept my lips sealed and my eyes closed blinking only to feel my eyelashes against my cheeks
i once had a boy tell me he fell in love first with my voice then with me
he tried to solve me like a puzzle putting back the bits and pieces to create something whole but in the process the pieces got jumbled up into something new and the voice i had that captured his soul slipped away
i started shrinking when i lost my voice and now i think i've lost my heart too my passion doesn't flow so loudly in my veins and every now and then it does scream but i silence it be good, little girl, be silent
and to the girls who are walking on glass made of unwanted opinions and voices which are far louder than theirs, i say, remember.
remember who you are remember what you are worth. and remember that not the father nor the son can take from you the fire that burns brighter than the sun above. my daughter, i say, let your voice be heard and let your freedom burn and if there is a day when a man comes and tells you that he will replace the vocal chords into something softer you open your hands offer him peace and if he rejects use your freedom to send him far far away.
When the internal righteousness is a mixture of all outside realities You shift in many "devils" up to the point where "You" no longer exist Once in a while, Seeking becomes monotonously an exciting habit But the latest iPhone and Burberry collection definitely make everything better.
"I am what I am" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9q2h6oGD6UA
The wind slowly, but swiftly swaying Against the petals of the pale lilac flower, Beautiful yet fragile, only praying For the storm to pass over the tall towers Of the frightening city. Its stem crawling closer and closer to its breaking point As the water flows towards the river's edge; pity On the sun's glory and shine. Disjointing The flower's yellow belly from its furrowing leaves As its life withers away, taken from the nature of thieves.