uncertainty plagues me – about myself, about my future.
going through some things, like everyone else on this earth.
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some days, i feel gray..
happiness, to me,is anger, sadness, fear, and joy, the light and the dark of emotions – the smiles that break over clouds on a long day – for what is happiness without sadness?(what is life without death?)
fluctuating moodsdepend on the color of the day,the length of your smile,the melody of the song drowning out your voice,don’t hide away when a firestormsweeps across the town,or when rain floods barren streetssoaking you to the bone,or when the sun burns all in its path,weeds dissipating into smoke,weather through the pain with me,stand by myContinue reading “weather through the weather with me”
don’t be afraid to cry,sweetheart,when the thunder is the loudestand the rain pours down the hardestbecause it is only whenyour vision is blurred and blinded,that after the storm clears,you will be able to see the lightand smile. Did you know that crying releases stress? Even more reason for you to cry. Don’t not cry becauseContinue reading “cry”
these scars that maim your beauty,that crisscross across your pure soul,they each tell the story of your journey,give you unique characteristics that wouldn’t fit on another,paint your happiness in brighter lights,and give you a bigger heart – don’t view them as handicaps,despite at times they weigh you down as you swim and cause you toContinue reading “scars”
when your insecuritiesgrow too loud,and your criticssnarl and yell(more than usual),remember a rosehas sharp thornsin its side,yet it still blooms(in green-fingered spring)with the beauty and graceof a powerful queen
“to love me,“he said, his curls brushing my face(it was windy that day;his cheeks and nose were red;his eyes were glittering,an everforest green against white backdrop,while my hands were warm in his,cocoa steaming on the wooden table in front of us,beanies and jackets long since hung,snow tracks around the cabin,while we kissed and he smoothedContinue reading “love yourself”