i am the end of a rainbow faded in color by choice interrupted by design a soft finish that calls upon wistful feelings and a bittersweet finish but i am part of something greater clouds and sky and a brighter before and that is enough for me
You know I read your books, right? You've always fascinated me with your eyes - very sparkly, dauntless, always looking for an ending. The truth will be out, and I guess you will never linger again with your systematic veins to which I have become attached. Like a weapon in the making, your silvery hair creating a shimmer across my bedroom window. And it stains the whole atmosphere; when you left and went back with your hobby - knitting, fixing everyone but yourself, and to cavalry, too. They're burning your throat, but you insist on saying that you're becoming more at peace and unbothered, like a succulent, but I don't see it that way. I see lots of empty pieces behind you and the places you went back in that no one thinks you did. As well as the people you tried to ran away from and the people you've left behind, only to find out that they are the one. I am the one. Don't worry, you've always been sunlight. I'd still pack your bags when we go for a trip together, and I'd still cook your favorite dish while you scrutinize my behavior. Am I your date or your lover? Don't you think we've come so far? Don't you think I read you too much like your books?
Who am I? A question I am asked in every new class and every interview. Something that seems to be so easy to answer. A few months ago I had to write about who I am. I pushed it off for days and days thinking it will be easy. It wasn't, it was in fact the complete opposite. I sat there for hours and hours, Staring at a blank page with a pen in hand. Who am I? What words define me? Which box do I fit in? Well, the answer is I don't know. If you looked at me today and asked, "Choose one word that defines you." I would say, I don't know. I don't know which box I am categorized in. I don't know where I really belong. I know my beliefs and what I believe to be true. However, I do not know who I am.
you were the kind of hope that soothes an aching soul just the sound of your name makes my bones feel whole
maybe i never got the chance to tell you
that the kindness you carry so delicately on your shoulders and the rooted rhythm of change you’ve had to learn to dance to has created waves of hope
maybe i didn’t tell you enough that the love in your eyes was exactly what i didn’t know i needed to know
your l o v e your goodness a glass overfull
and it has over poured into a soothing memory a blanket of comfort where i can find peace
so i snuggle into the loss comforted by the knowing that out there exists someone as honest, as brave as soul-shaking as you
this alone has moved me deeper into myself a soothing to my soul you’ve reflected e v e r y t h i n g i needed to see in me and left me only with tiny bruises of what-ifs the always wondering of what we could have been
but these growing pains are mine i will kiss them and sometimes i will cry i will fall asleep alone to the rhythm of my own heartbeat to the peace of knowing what comes must sometimes go ___
the world keeps spinning let it take what it must to make room for what will b l o o m with even more beauty than any life experience has yet to do
embrace all that has left you stretch out in this new space of self discovery keep hope & be eager for all that’s yet to u n f o l d
I see maps And roadways In everything. In the scars And all the marks Upon my skin. In the veins on my arms, In the lines on my palms, And in my eyes When I stare into a mirror. But these paths, Where do they all lead? Where is it I am meant to go? Where is it I am meant to be?
History repeats. Someday you will come to know. Life is not always about keep moving, it is more about where to pause, where to jump and where to stop. It is more about feel the ground everytime you step the foot. It is not always about looking forward, It is more about looking back and adore what you learned from the bygone time. It is more about understanding of pivotal swift to stay in the track. It is more about silence than the nonsense talk with phantom hope for a temporary calm. It is not just about 5 days of colorful lights, it is more about the constant light that remains. It is more about choices, not how many times you breathe, it's always about how consciously you breathe. Sometimes It may be more about being anonymous. Cast away everything that defines you, strip the identity and get lost in time, as the end purpose of hide and seek is to fine. Find your being. Else history repeats. Someday you will come to know something more. Unsaid, unheard and unseen from revolution within. If one mixed Gold with bronze Neither it is gold Not pure bronze That simple Yet it opens to The many answers Nothing to say.............
Genre: Observational Theme: Truth of life Author's Note: Nothing to say....