Your vulnerability is so transparent i'm left with no option but to comprehend the authenticity that lies amongst these fragile words.
I'm tripping over anger, flaws and pain, in between your words I swear to God healing has not yet come. "There's a difference between running and trying to put something behind you".
It will hurt until it doesn't, it has torn you apart, but slowly you will realize the wound has scarred over. Wait for that moment, it will come.
I have never felt so broken at the sight of your words.
A human capable of calming each diabolical thought within you has seen life inside you and decided to crush you emotionally.
I won't go back and 4th about how she weighed her happiness over yours within split seconds,
love doesn't exist in doubt.
You jump in not knowing if you might be caught or left to be comforted by the cold floor.
I understood the cracks and the pauses in each sentence typed.
Emotional vulnerability deserves sacred warmth from the one you least expect to hurt you.
it will take time.
Public humiliation can't be forgiven and forgotten but the heart you've introduced me to has the strength to forgive.
No one is asking you to let go, there's no set time to do that.
The only thing that your surrounding wants you to do is not die in the process of wanting to forget.
Hatred has the ability of **** all traces of peace that exists from within.
The wounds are real!!
make sure you don't put a bandage over wounds that need nurture and time to heal because you'll see pain seeping through as a constant reminder that you quickened the healing process.
Yes words can make the pain go away,
but the moments shared will come rushing in different directions wanting to be remembered all at once.
Every song, picture, letter or scent that triggers her existence will unfairly want to overwhelm you.
Life is unfair, but don't bury yourself under all that pain...

I watched you settle down.
I was an intruder in a life that you said was fixed for just for me.
This place, no longer was a place I could settle my heart and rest.
Whilst preparing your life for me, you went on about it the wrong way.
I don't recognize you anymore, therefore making it hard for me to link your life to mine.
There are too many G A P S!.
The castle is too big.
I can't claim my "rightful" seat as Queen when I'm unaware of who fed the servants,
who encouraged you and gave you strength to lead the war,
who mended all the broken cracks in this Castle for it to look like this.
You could not have built this castle with no setbacks.
I don't doubt your skills and your seat as King.
But go back to the one who was there from the beginning, not the faded image of me as your Queen.
I can not submit to a King, who has built all this greatness for me but I wasn't there to watch him work hard and in the same breath struggle.
You could not have done this alone, a feminine touch is evident.
Don't disregard her altogether because you seek my presence.
Acknowledge her and set me free.
I once was the queen of your heart but now I have no place here.
Order the guards to open the gates and watch them grab and kick me out, against my will, like the intruder I am.
I'm a stranger now.

I limit my words because my actions don't catch up right on time.
I'm guilty of being late.
I admit.
And what hurts the most is that the receiver believes I'm incapable of matching the two.

The sky above me, closed in as the dark, ominous yet fascinating rainclouds have driven near, gathering together in a council.
As it begins to drizzle, soft, warm and little raindrops, fall in
line, gently, carelessly hitting the earth, moistening it in their line.
Once in a while, as the rain gains its strengh, hitting the ground below with more speed and roughlessness in their action,
Rays of the purest light, sent by the sun as it shines above the darkening sky, a sensation for ones optic nerv, a sensation for the eye,
make it through and let this scene shine further more.
Graceful drops, carrried and distorted by the majestic wind,
Create a lovely melody on my window, as they one by one fly into it.
Now as the soil is fertilised, life will surely grow from the sunlight.
Alike the raindrops are carried by the wind, my mind engages with this scene, lets me fall in love with this beautiful earth.
A little rain shall not be the cause of sadness, as it truly is a reminder of the moments of love wich it makes easier to determine.
So I keep my gaze out of the window and enjoy the weather
Until then, the sky clears up and the sun shines again.

~ Umi

When you were a young child,
you wore your naive head in the clouds.
The vastness of space was your limit,
there were no social norms to worry about.

Growing up they told you,
you should pretend that you don't care,
so when your hopes would get devastated,
disappointment could give you a spare.

And now you find yourself wondering:
when did I stop following my ambition?
The thing you regret most when you die,
is your passion's creeping omission.

Besides, how can you ever win a game,
that out of fear you did not participate in?
Without your dreams you're a soulless ghost,
like a concaved snake's skin.

If only you're bold enough to walk your own path,
alienated and without an established map.
You will soon realize that your passion's just waiting,
for your courage to close the gap.