Send me on my way

“Sensitive souls don’t have it easy in this cruel world. They feel like their souls are getting trampled on in so many ways. That’s why you see their eyes light up when they can caress a face or an animal, or breathe in the scent of a flower.”

Deep in your wounds are seeds waiting to grow into beautiful flowers.

I’ve thought about giving up. Funny how it’s always an option. The easiest one, even. I’ve thought about turning my back from the things that I wanted do just because I was scared of failing, of making mistakes, of disappointing. But I’ve thought about being stagnant, too. Because if I were to drop everything just because they scare me, even without trying at all, then I would never learn, I would never grow up. I would never be brave like a warrior. And for that I knew that if I insist on being confined in these squares, always stuck with what I already know, I knew I would always be a step short from becoming that version of myself whom I would be proud of; of becoming someone whom my five-year-old self would look up to, whom she’d consider her hero. And God knows I don’t want to fail her. So get out of bed, it’s a brand new day. Go on, for you have work to do.

I don’t just want your heart I want your flesh, your skin and blood and bones, your voice, your thoughts your pulse and most of all your fingerprints, everywhere.

There is something about those November evenings where the darkness sets in early and the fog creeps in like a cold blanket, resembling death itself, leading us into lighting fires and candles to keep warm and cozy. The sun sets earlier, giving us time to delve into the dark corners of our lives and shed a candle on it, to see if perhaps we might be able to improve some aspects hidden to us during sunny days. So that when spring comes back we might be able to bloom in renewed beauty, just like the flowers which all go to sleep now for a season.

There is something about those November evenings where the darkness sets in early and the fog creeps in like a cold blanket, resembling death itself, leading us into lighting fires and candles to keep warm and cozy. The sun sets earlier, giving us time to delve into the dark corners of our lives and shed a candle on it, to see if perhaps we might be able to improve some aspects hidden to us during sunny days. So that when spring comes back we might be able to bloom in renewed beauty, just like the flowers which all go to sleep now for a season.