the processThe process starts!They come. They rise. They clobber.Thoughts..these are twisted vines spreading everywhere possible over me.The process ends!I am buried deep inside the darkness of these vines losing my being.
one thingOne thing that has always inspired me with its beauty..one thing which brings a smile to my face whenever i think of it..one thing which has transition written all over it..one thing which is my favorite colors - orange and yellow ..one thing which is warm as a loving hug and cold as a conflict..
banging on the doorToday i feel like i have had a free fall.and i don't like this sinking feeling i get falling down because i don't know where i am going to land.it might be dark in the woods with slimey creatures around.it might me in the water which i am afraid would just engulf me and remove my existence.whom to trust now?i don't know whom to tell what i feel? i know this sensation.it is in my heart.and it is definitely not love.and i know its not hate.its FEAR.its the fear of the unknown.the wrong steps that i might take.the unknown people i might walk with.fear of the darkness that i might enter.where to find the light?i see myself standing outside in the rain.yes i can see my home.i am banging at the door.i am banging on the walls.but i am unable to get through.its like nobody sees me standing outside getting drenched in this cold cruel rain.its like the stares that i get are the questions at me that where is my home and who am i ? its like mouths whispering shameless things and giving impish sm
entwinedWhat is the difference between me and youor you and me??is there any by the way?i feel it is only in our bodies.we are different bodies but our source is the same.the same spirit.have you ever wondered about this possibility or do you only care about the things that you percieve?you see the world around you the way you have been taught.you have never tried to unlearn anything to have a chance to see the truth that surrounds you.believe me what you see is not even close to reality.so it does not matter that our bodies are not in touch. dont care just because our voices cannot be heard by eachother.we cannot see each other.but our souls are entwined.and just for once if you could forget the bodies,these physical appearances.if you could see through your body and touch your spirit,you would realise that you are touching me!!
completeMusic makes me happy.It makes me sing and my feet swing.Food keeps my tummy full.I don't live to eat but still.Love provides me with warmth.Here,where resides my heart.Misery makes me miserable.Tears!! That is all i can tell.Sun gives me energy.It brings nostalgia to me.But,what makes me completeis bits and pieces of everything.Without them I wouldnt be living!!
Only LoveLost in her sorrows,tortured by the years of pain,cursing existence and praying for release,all her efforts were in vain.Drenched in her bloodher body refused to leave,tried all she could to escape,but her fate she couldnt decieve.Such an emptiness inside,it echoed her strife,alone she was left struggling,noone to comfort her life.Then the moment came,it altered her everything,An angel was to be seen,divine light shining through His wings.He took her in His arms,picked out all the thorns.She knew it was a blessing for a lifetime of love,no more misery....only LOVE
It's OkayIt's okay to be sad.It's okay to be mad.It's okay to cry,To not have the strength to try.It's okay.Sometimes people just need toLet it all out,Scream and shout,And that's okay.Admitting something's wrongDoesn't take your strength away.Ask for helpIf you need it.Don't feel weakOr wrongJust because youAren't strongEnough to move mountains.Crying is good.If you didn't cryYou wouldJust bottle it upUntil you burst.You don't evenNeed a reasonWhy -Just have a good cry.Take a long bathAnd watch a movieThat makes you laugh.Bake a cakeJust for the sakeOf making something.Lay in bedAnd imagineUntil the bad thoughtsLeave your head.Just sit back and relax.Because it's okayTo not be okay,And to take a day(Or two)Just for you.
You're a Literal MiracleNext time you’re unhappy.Think about this.Remember that you are a walking,Breathing,Miracle.You are alive based on so many chances.So many different thing could’ve happened.And yet,You’re still here.Remember that,You are literally made of stardust.Matter that has been around,Since the beginning of time.Dreams and hopesAnd fears.Forged in the belly of distant stars.You have cosmos in your veins.And eyes that have stardust in them,That have seen the dawn and ending to galaxies.I know it’s easy to forget this,But it’s true.Everything about youAnd me and everything else around you.Is a miracle.So many perfect things had to come into place,For you to be standing here today.So smile sweet heart.Cause you are a beautiful phenomenonThat was created by miraculous chance.
This is anxietyIt's the constant feeling of not quite rightand I don't know why I feel this way but it hurts(but not in ways that others can understand)and it's the tension in your chest, the rising waterthe aching muscles and the clenching in your coreThat never leavesIt's the headache that never quite fades,just hurts sometimes more than others.It's the constant need to move with your racing thoughts—to bounce or twitch orglance around the room every three seconds just to make sure you're not being watched, you're not being judgedIt's two a.m. and you're lyingfacedown on top of hot sheets, such an empty shellyou don't even have the energy to cry over how tired you arewondering if there's any way to turn your mind off,when you can't even remember what sleep feels like because it's been so longsince you really had a true rest.It's wandering through your days almostwalking into that door andnot catching half of what your teacher says because your eyes hurt
novelthere’s tea you still need to drink.you left it on the counter again, because you’realways forgetting where you put it.it’s probably cold by now, butit’s there for whenever you’re ready.here’s a blanket to lose yourself in.you don’t have to give it back.here’s another book i thinkwill make you cry if i ever find the courageto give it to you. i’ve underlined everyline that made me want to scream, that made mewant to rip out my hair and destroy everythingbeautiful about myself, that made me want todrive across a desert in the middle of the night,that made me fall in love with everything wonderfulthe universe has left to give me.i can’t find the words to tell you what it’s about.i guess it’s about growing up and finding lovebut it’s also about figuring out how to exist comfortablyand it’s about people who are good and people whoare not always good and the things they do and the worlds t
Black Hole Loveyou have taken everything i amyou have consumed all my energyyou have offered zero in returnand now i have nothing left to givethe end
red.i am a rose.you chop my head offand feel my thorns prickpools of bloodflooding the floor,it's impossibleto grow upnow you've drank my water:watch me soil my woeinto your roots.
i want to be wholeI am pale and to myself I am unkind.God! I want to fly away leaving this sorrow behind.Or may be burn it forever and throw it's ashes in the running water.No comparisons with anyone and no lack... I just want to be whole.