In conclusion,
He gave me many material comforts.
And he gave me bruises on my body.
He would lend me his good will,
Not from love,
But for control.
I should have ran the night he pointed a gun at me.
Loaded or not. It should’ve been the end.
I’ve strove with him so tirelessly.
Given him second and third chances so preposterous it’s laughable.
I’ve waited patiently for him to be patient.
I’ve trusted him with heart, despite his brutish ways of stomping on what I give.
And the most maddening thing,
Is how he turned it all to make it seem like I was the only one at fault.
In conclusion, this is our conclusion.
Good night old friend.

Why does love feel like life and death are lurking inside you at the same time?

I crave an abundant life.
I crave good company,
Passionate kisses,
True joy and peace.
I crave freshness
I crave new perspectives
I crave movement, fluidity
And thankfulness.
I crave life.
I crave an abundant life.

it is surprisingly lonely
to be a passionate person.
as if no one cares to match your pace
no one feels as you do.
it seems as if you are burning alone

You will not find happiness in the material world.
You will die and your body will be placed in the ground.
Your possessions will be dispersed, bagged, sold or given away for free.
And all that will be left of you is a name and birth date through a death date.
You must live for another life entirely.
You must store treasures in another realm completely separate from the material one.
You have one life. Spend it wisely.

The secret to doing anything well?
Pour yourself into it.
Turn all your energy, time and effort.
Pick anything and proceed to expel all of yourself in the pursuit of that endeavor.
You will exceed what you thought you were even capable of.
Pouring your heart into it, that is how you yield great works.

The universe doesn’t yearn for you.
No, I promise you, it doesn’t.
Not one nebula or kaleidoscopic splash of imploded stardust across the black canvas of space cares for you.
Not one fiery ball of gas suspended by gravity cares.
The universe didn’t do anything for you.
The universe didn’t hear you.
The universe doesn’t know your name.
But, it’s Maker on the other hand...