Was i a stepping stone? A little r o c k to get where you are now? Perhaps that must have been fun... Maybe our definition of fun do not compare to be the same now - I used to have fun when you would be around, maybe for you too... but not in the same way that I found.
They asked, "why are you as silent as a stone?" She replied, "why should I be voluble as the Mynah? My heart and tongue are deprived of goodness just like a desert, deprived of a sea. Another voice said, "Ergo, redundant talk comes with unbearable guilt." They asked again, " if so, why do you not speak the despairs you hide?" She replied, " Because, the gift of patience usually reigns.
The Gift of Patience is indeed a very beautiful gift...
wanting to reach out- but Don't want to know how will we love after the first stone's throw?
So one of my teachers recommended this book in class, 'How We Love' by Kay and Milan Yerkovich and it is one of the most enlightening books I have read for myself in recent years. It talks about how we love, how our childhoods shape how we love, and how we can love better through reckoning with it. Highly, highly recommend. You can also take their quiz to find out your love style: https://howwelove.com/love-style-quiz Do it, you won't regret it!!
i have butterflies every single one unique in its own way beautiful delicate wings with intricate patterns and a variety of colors
each individually carved from stone by the anxious claws that embed themselves into my skin
i focus on those butterflies if only to distract me from my thoughts in my head from my tingling fingers turning numb from my pounding heart and from the air that is no longer in my lungs
i focus on those butterflies on the way their rough wings scrape along the inside of my stomach their screams from being crushed by those sharpened claws and the heavy sickening feeling they leave behind