busybalancingblues

Maybe some of us are really born like that; the need of being with someone isn't a need at all. We just need sky, stars, seashore, books, music, art to feel whole & happy.

As a woman, when I say I don’t want to have to use my brain around my man I don’t mean I want someone to think for me or make my decisions. I mean I want the kind of safety where I don’t have to be strategic about how close I let someone get or second-guess whether I can fully rely on them. I don’t want to calculate how much love I’m allowed to show or wonder if I’m overgiving or overdoing it. I want to feel safe enough to love freely, without having to stay guarded.

your calling will keep calling you until you listen

My body feels so weak as if the flesh is melting away from my bones, because it can no longer hold the memory of all the anger, fear, disgust, frustration, despair, guilt and exhaustion it has collected over the years.

A mirror, to how love between humans, so often called unconditional, has always been and will perhaps always remain, transactional. In one way or another, subtly or loudly, consciously or unconsciously. When love passes from one human to another, it carries this nature, whether one likes to believe it or not.

Practicing any art form is a spiritual process.

When a young adult struggles with self-worth, it’s often because they were fed words of doubt by the people they trusted, quietly shaping how they learned to see themselves.

While building something own your own, the fear of looking like a failure is often bigger than the act of failing itself.

I’d be safer with a tiger than with a human.

I hope you see through and stay away from love that is always fluent in words but absent in action.

My limbs feel dead cold, like they did when I was born. With each passing year, the numbers jumped from one to two digits, yet somehow the urge to return to nonexistence keeps growing. In ways, in depths, that nothing in this world could bribe me to stay.