Nothing Lasts Forever

Nothing lasts forever….alas. This is meant to be. There’s no way this could go wrong. Everything is perfect. But it’s not. It’s all in my head. I don’t know that yet. So, I trust…blindly. There’s a crack in that wall now, a big one. I’m ready to overlook it, work my way past this. Because…

A Short, Unfinished Story!

From hearty hellos to captivating conversations to lively laughs to fanatical fondness to lush love to majestic madness to furious fights to haunting hurt to saddening separation to pounding pain to achy agony to crushing cries to wild waiting to loud longing to stunning silence…. Just some outpour of thoughts in intricately woven words. Expressions from…

Death is Nothing at All

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we…

Carry You- Ruelle ft. Fleurie

‘Carry You’ by Ruelle featuring Fleurie was released in March 2018. The song was written by Lauren (aka Fleurie), MaggieEckford (aka Ruelle), and Matt Broleewe. It is a song encompassing one’s feelings around hard and hurtful times. And we all go through such times, so perhaps we can all relate to ‘Carry You’. When you…

To Travel is to Live

Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind. @anthonybourdain…

Astronauts

We all get hurt, we have experienced how it feels to get abandoned, to fail, and to see the coldest sides of the people that were once warm with us. However, I’m a firm believer that the intensity of your pain is controlled by you- you choose to view yourself as the victim, or as…

Apologize

Not every human trait is humane. Humans envy, humans destroy, humans deceive, humans hurt, and humans can be possessive; and the mistake each and everyone of us make is accepting our mistake, giving ourselves a pat on the back even if we ruin somebody else’s day as long as that somebody isn’t us. One of…

Second Option

I wake up and I decide it’ll be a ‘Me-Day’. I won’t let any thoughts pull me down, and I won’t let my love for them make me stumble. I walk through the streets and admire the potential behind all of these strange faces. Time passes, and it almost feels like I’m untouched, like I’ve…

Broken Ones

Who fixes broken people? Is it only other broken people, ones who’ve already been ruined? And do we need to be fixed? It was the messiness and hurt in our pasts that drove us, and that same hurt connected us at a subdermal level, the kind of scars written so deeply in your cells that…

Moments

Sometimes I space out- all the voices around me turn to misapprehended languages trying to invade the bubble I form around me, but the bubble turns glass thick, and the voices walk away. And in moments like these, I really see what I never knew I was looking for. I see that friend who tries…

The Dream That Never Was

I woke up, and the sunlight felt different. The messy house I lived in, that I couldn’t bring myself to call home, was peaceful. There wasn’t any sound of yelling, there wasn’t any sign of war. My father believed in mental health and never crossed the boundaries that hurt my heart. My mother was starting…

Daughter and Son

A daughter and a son are raised so differently. While a daughter is taught lessons of silence and endurance, a son is taught to fight when his already low self-esteem is hurt. A daughter is restricted, even as a son is left wilding- with the fear that the first might disharmonize the rhythm of this…

The Art of Unlearning

Often times in life we find ourselves faced with situations we’d much rather not like to face. Maybe it’s the weight of reality crushing our bones, or maybe it’s the thought of all of the things we didn’t do that smothers us. Either way, we’re faced with anxiety. I have a theory, and I’m going…

The Door

Last year was like a sliver of light under a door; brightening a dark room in which it only stormed, a sliver of hope that this hurt would end. But this year- the door opened to let the light in. I can already see the light swallowing me whole, Oh what this year has in…