she Remembers herself she can't Avoid complications, negative people she didn't Complain to anyone she somehow Struggles....... she Has to struggle for life she Knew that she was not a robot she had Likes and Dislikes sometimes she Misses her own tune sometimes she Misses her own emotion
Tis the season to be falling Tis the season to be gay Tis the season to be flying Higher, farther, away ~
Chains loosened she calls to her mother An earthy musk, grains of sand, mud on her face. A scruffy mutt laying listlessly on the tarmac, ribs rattling with the effort of each breath. She is home.
Muted flames thrashing in its cage, raging in the midst of civilization, a crucifixion of sorts. Tearing at its hair wildly, the masses trickling by, mouth agape in a silent scream. Ashes mixed into pieces of scalp, begging to be found.
Oblivious to a sound like thunder, clapping in one's ears. Strangled scream lost in translation, a language so old none could decipher. Fear wielding urgency, a disguise of desperation, depression.
We stare unto the clouds Waiting for the next instruction, maybe of a fantasy to live in for the next hour Then when days pass we start to wonder “what happened, who to do the dishes, who did the laundry?” Then standing there in our one person apartment wondering who else we mean when we say “we”? We didn't remember the broken bowls and ate in our only hat We didn't see a future with life and carefree function Only slightly breathing through a telescope
She was so beautiful that even God created a broken road to test if I prove worthy He summoned women to lure me to think that I'll grab a taste yet it only made my love for her grow since He only summoned women that they'll only get a glance but never my heart
He made me roam the wildest forest in it were the signs of your wild flaws I have been bruised by the thorns of your traumas broke my bones from the falling of branches that fell cause of the wildlife who dared to mess with your growth and I have tumbled upon the roots of your deepest fears only to to feel the pain that I can mend
Yet after all the struggles after all the pain that I endured I have reached the end an end where I saw the beauty that's worth every inch of misery To forever hold you
We experienced struggles in life in order for us to be persistent to what we are planning to build for the future, and to make ourselves stronger than what we have ever thought of.
We cannot deny the fact that we, sometimes, came across of a feeling that we are being left behind, but it should not make us rely on a conclusion that what we can only do is to accept defeat, instead, make up our minds and keep the fire burning in our heads.
As for these struggles unfolded right before my eyes, I knew, it is meant to break my heart but never my aspirations in life. I will do my best, even if best is yet to be found.
i tried on a new shirt it fitted ok not perfectly by any means but well enough for its price it would be suitable for the occasion i suppose
it could perhaps be a little longer as it is liable to ride up and reveal my stomach if i raise my arms it's also a little tight across the chest if i'm honest and now that I think about it i'm not certain it actually suits me
i could just wear one of my other shirts that would probably be more comfortable and would save spending needlessly there's the old blue one after all; i haven't worn that for awhile