Otrora un extinto volcán, de porqués hechos retumbos. Lúgubres cavernas, que desde su caldera expulsaba vapores de llantos y cenizas de antiguos desamores. Y llegaste tú, mi preciosa mariposa tornasol, con tu delicado vuelo lograste una mágica permuta: trocaste un triste volcan en monte esmeralda, vetustas cavernas sombrías en manantiales convertidos, de los que brotan limpiadas aguas de amor puro. El monte sonríe lozano, ante sí un hermoso valle donde revolotea su maravillosa mariposa tornasol.
I wish letting go wasn't the hardest thing ever... No matter how much this hand bleeds why do I always hold on to this strand of thorns, acting foolishly, with so much of immaturity. When would this all end, I wonder...
I wish I'd never met you
Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so bad
To see your life continue
And forget the life we had
I see different landscapes from yours, despite being in the same place. You speak about the night's shadows and I cannot see anything but the moon and the stars.
The black sheep.
Not one person on this planet should feel the need to be approved by others. --
There is no one that loves me like you. Wholly, completely, regardless of fault, and despite my sin. You grow me with each passing day and draw near to me to keep me in peace. Your love calms my storms as the water rages and the winds blow. Your word takes the weight off of me and gives me hope to make it to the next day. And the people you surround me with remind me that this too shall pass. This is just but a small thing in your eyes. Thank you for my life and those that love me for through them I see more of you.
Sometimes in life you would come accross strangers who are beautifully thicker than blood in many astonishing and unbelievable ways.
It is one of the greatest tragedies of life, when people leave each other, while still loving each other.
In the darkest of days
And brightest of nights
There shall be only one
That stands above all
As the last sunrays trail off this evening, I look through my window and see the tall faceless buildings surrounding my backyard. Their orange and pink tinted walls stand around my cherry trees, fully blossomed in white. Even though I know my neighbours, their lives remain shrouded in the mystery built out of bricks and mortar, painted in pastel shades.
The sunset has tiptoed away from the day, and I simply walk back to the familiarity of the strident yellows in my kitchen, where I am just another human behind my own walls.
“You must never fear your level of darkness as though it’s something that defines you as a person. If you are to grow, it’s important that you acknowledge and embrace your sharp edges too. What you see in you as ‘flaws’ and ‘imperfections’, to the trained eye are unplanned brush strokes, where the creator got caught up in the moment because the moment made them feel alive. When people fall in love, they are captivated by the details. Your details are your broken pieces. You were once whole, and life broke you and yet here you are, a living, breathing, masterpiece. A work of art.”
James McInerney (Instagram : millsmc07)
“The sound of your voice as it broke without warning,
all the tears that betrayed you and refused to hide,
the way that you fell to your knees hoping someone would save you,
a fallen angel,
caught in the tide.
now rests and yet it does so without ease,
I occupy the same space that once occupied you,
It holds me in such a way that I am unable to leave.”
James McInerney (Instagram : millsmc07)
The entire world told him that he won't make it. He held his soul together by promising himself that he will prove everyone wrong some day. Days became months and months became years. All he saw was a miserable person who failed to deliver. On the brink of accepting his failure he decided to let go of all his worldly fears and inhibitions. It was only then he discovered an artist, a free spirit and a true rockstar.
Tired of living this high I've decided to leave. My wings are tired and the roads are calling me. Tomorrow I am leaving, they might have forgotten but I didn't. I am a traveler. I grew up on the road and I always find Home on the other side of the ocean. You said you love me but you never tried to catch me. Perhaps it's for the best, I heard we are not supposed to chase what we cannot keep. I am leaving tomorrow so I can be someone else. And only then, I will celebrate the day on which you freed me.
You be your might
You be your star
You be your strength
You be your power
You be your guide
You never know who draws their inspiration from you...
Some couples never realize they are in a toxic relationship because they have never experienced what a healthy and fulfilling one feels like. @PLECCA
I really don't know how long I'd keep on writing to you. I believe until I run out of words to say, or perhaps breaths to take. College seems so hard when I see you everyday. You seem so distant. Probably, someone, whom I'd only admire from the farthest corner. Hell! I can't even talk properly when you're near. One of the hardest thing I face is talking to you. The SN classes seem like a ball dance, with up and downs, as I try to talk, but you seem ignorant, or perhaps act oblivious. A part of me always wishes that I see you not much, but my eyes, always are in search of you. And finally when I see you, or that blue umbrella of yours I'd start grasping for breaths. God! you're breat...