#writereadrepeat

I removed regret from the pages I spend day and night patiently carving out, waiting for day I see your smile again. I stole your heart from the poems that make up you, and replaced it with mine, waiting for the day I get to feel your touch again. I let go of the uncertainty hidden behind metaphors and hopeless dreams, waiting for the day you find your way back home. I held onto the light that brought your name to life ,waiting for the day the darkness comes to an end.I poured the sensational feeling of hope into the present , hoping that the future has a plan for you and I.

As icy as it had once felt in her own home, the little girl was now an adult, but continued to quietly tiptoe around in order to ask something that fear had not allowed her to; Dear mind, when will you let me off the hook?

I'm nobody

Songs

But aren't atoms mere components of ambiguity?  isn't life itself strictly made for it?

Note to Self #17. Every word you write and and are quoting Every person you meet is faking, Every trial an obstacle you are facing, Every thought a danger inside lurking Every breath hard you are taking Everyone around you overwhelming Every memory you have raking Every tear from your eyes you are shedding Every waking day definitely a blessing Every dawn a twilight in the making, Every time you think of giving in or giving up, think about how far you have come and how you have held on for so long. What doesn’t kill you just makes you stronger.