I once was young and I was naïve I dreamed of a future where we would be Together we’d fight, you with me Hand in hand so sturdily We pushed each other to rise above The hatred thrown by the world at us Together we fought them using our love The assumption that it would … Continue reading We Were, Now We Aren’t
Tag: growth
The Path Not Taken
I looked at old pictures Of you and of us Trying to muster an apology For not being "good enough" All that came out Were words of honest truth "I'm sorry that I was never Broken enough for you" For months I kept trying To go back and apologise Kept thinking I'd done wrong That … Continue reading The Path Not Taken
Reflective Rambles
(This ramble rambles on a little, beware.) So what that I used to be more extroverted and now I'm more introverted? So what that I used to care about the material world and now I care about the metaphysical one? So what that my room is chaotic when the wars in my head have finally … Continue reading Reflective Rambles
Kindness is Not Weakness
She looked at me with insecurity in her eyes, as if pleading for sympathy. I couldn't. Much as I tried to muster up a shred of compassion, she had used up the last ounce left in me. Used it up on some medial triviality that was, if anything, inconsequential to the matter at hand. For … Continue reading Kindness is Not Weakness
Protected: Who You Really Are
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After Your Ego Breaks
A letter to you, darling, Since your mysterious disappearance, a lot has happened and changed. Not just externally, those are almost expected, but intrinsic transformation beyond even my wildest of imaginations. It has been a year of adventure, of exploration, of growth. A few days ago, these words came to me and many unanswered questions … Continue reading After Your Ego Breaks
Yet Another Throwback Thursday
Exhaustion
Muscles carve into my bones Like hot, bubbling gelatin Legs are filled with pebbles and stones Dragging calcified iron bars within Shoulders fall with under the weight of the world Dangling arms, weak and insecure I rest my head upon my pillow Looking down at my world below Books and boxes everywhere Memoirs of moments … Continue reading Exhaustion