I have loved
loved too deeply
Yes stopping was an option
But it wasn't in me to make it a choice
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I have loved
loved too deeply
Yes stopping was an option
But it wasn't in me to make it a choice
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WHERE IT ALL STARTED
“I just can’t believe my eyes”, she said being extremely startled by what stood in front of her.
Early in the morning, he blindfolded her and drove her to this place what was a 10 hour drive.
15 years ago, it was a massive earthquake that not only took away their house but her husband and his father. Having no insurance at that time didn’t help either. Worst of all being that it was her birthday the day before and next day they lost almost everything.
Back to square one, down and out with no money and nobody to help, it was a nightmare that lasted a few years. No food for days, sleepless nights and time so dark that she couldn’t even see a future for her little boy. From everything to nothing, from satisfied and wishful to being lost it was just unfathomable.
Being introduced to drugs and alcohol by some other homeless strangers, it lead her to become a drug addict and alcoholic and to an extent that she would even steal for it. Drugs and alcohol seemed like friends that would help her forget the pain and the world she was living in.
However, it was one day that her little boy ran into a car while playing on the road and she was laying by the road with hardly any direction or energy to be able to help him while he laid in a pool of blood. Thanks to the people who admitted him to the hospital and brought her to the hospital that she came face to face with the reality of what had happened.
That was a turning point, drugs and alcohol were left far behind and this incident had brought her back to senses with a sense of determination. She now struggled day and night, working multiple and all kind of jobs to make him go to school and complete his education.
Everything had added up to make him an independent and self-sustaining individual. Now, he had been living with his mother and both had acknowledged their past, while concentrating on the present. He was differently-abled and he had known about how it all happened and instead of blaming his mother he chose to respect her for the fact that she had stood by him all his life and made him what he was.
He had bought the plot where their old house was and built a new one.
Seeing her reaction when he surprised her with it he replied, “Happy birthday Maa!”, and hugged her tight. She wanted to forget the fateful birthday but he wanted to make it memorable.
The meaning of moments is revealed when they reappear as illusive flashbacks
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More than just flesh and blood
Empty rooms and hollow hearts
Pieces of which form fine tuned mozart
It was still so quiet
That’s what after all, the mind aspired.
So many bodies,
But not enough souls.
Is anyone of us really whole?
We’re hoarders of pain
Happiness just being an illusion
Why even try,
When it’s all going in vain?
Being alive is a state of mind,
Not deserved by our kind,
Too self engrossed to know where to find.
It is easy to disappear in the crowd
But how do you escape yourself?
Behind cigarette smoke cloud,
Or behind that booze shelf?
Maybe we were put on earth
Perhaps by rebirth
To do right what was wrong
Justice to hearth.
Or maybe it was so,
So we could lead a fake life
And end it with another knife
Pretentious Blythe,
And dying full of pride.
Could it be that we never truly understood,
Understood our purpose.
Perhaps it wasn’t just existing,
Surely not as a living corpse.
Often when adolescence comes knocking on the door,
Of a young, impressionable and emotional girl's mind,
She's left alone.
Because the society doesn't want
The bleeding vagina,
The emotional drama.
But oh they want some of it.
The big breasts and the wide hips.
Isolation, depression and embarrassment,
We suffer these when we're told to keep mute about the harassment.
But what the outside world doesn't know is,
Every morning, each girl
Puts on a fake smile and
A false glimmer in her eyes.
Emotions are left in a bare mess.
Tears soaking up her dress.
They mute her sound,
And take away her right to express.
Just to blame it all,
On that age old saying,
"It's that time of the month".
But each girl has within her,
a cauldron brimming with millions of, unsaid words,
unacceptable morals,
unprovoked thoughts
and unjustifiable strength.
She's gonna change the world,
Shatter the inhibitions,
Change mindsets.
It's you and I,
Who shall make a change today,
Because one day it will be that girl who we support today,
Who will unfurl her inner pearl
To then change the face of this world.
Via @mymellowcupcakestudent
All he tried to do was escape from the reality into his dreams. But a troubled reality could only lead him into scary nightmares.
The troubled reality got into his dreams and turned them into nightmares.