Fav
Every aching wound
will cauterize and bruise
in memory
of what
we used to call
in love
Waking up from this nightmare
How's your life?
What's it like there?
Is it all what you want it to be?
Does it hurt when you think about me?
We came together but I left alone
left
you
there
Austerely
On the bus
It's a beautiful Thursday morning. Calm and peaceful, cooling and comfortable, the kind of Thursday in the holidays you'd never wanna get out of bed. I am so tired my eyes are bleary and I feel that the world is far to bright for me to take. Haven't had proper sleep and this holiday has been a busy one. I'm on my way to tcp empowerment camp. I've heard a lot of positive talk about it and I have good vibes. I'm hoping it will change my weary perspectives clouded with gloom.
It's funny how something you did and would rather you haven't doesn't just make you reproach yourself in that moment but clings on to you like a plague, one that won't go away. It's such a disdain that we've all been silly and done stupid things that we don't know will be our future cause of regret. It's funny how the human beings of today are actually creatures who self-inflict bitterness and reflect it ever so blatantly without noticing it themselves. It's funny, how we concentrate on pain and refuse to let go of horrible incidents but do not keep tabs on the happier things which could make life so much more fufilling. It's funny how we can remember negative things vividly but positive things, just fragments of it. We're chasing cheer away as though it's something we don't want to keep yet it's what we are all looking for. It's funny how one bad thing needs ten, twenty, probably fifty good things to make up for it. That, and negativity still may not be outweighed.
Why do we always wonder how things may have turned out the other way?
Fear of Writing
We are capable of splitting hairs even angels find too thin to dance on.
Rationalisation is powerful self-mechanism.
It's funny how something you did and would rather you haven't doesn't just make you reproach yourself in that moment but clings on to you like a plague, one that won't go away. It's such a disdain that we've all been silly and done stupid things that we don't know will be our future cause of regret. It's funny how the human beings of today are actually creatures who self-inflict bitterness and reflect it ever so blatantly without noticing it themselves. It's funny, how we concentrate on pain and refuse to let go of horrible incidents but do not keep tabs on the happier things which could make life so much more fufilling. It's funny how we can remember negative things vividly but positive things, just fragments of it. We're chasing cheer away as though it's something we don't want to keep yet it's what we are all looking for. It's funny how one bad thing needs ten, twenty, probably fifty good things to make up for it. That, and negativity still may not be outweighed.
Why do we always wonder how things may have turned out the other way?
Fear of Writing
We are capable of splitting hairs even angels find too thin to dance on.
Rationalisation is powerful self-mechanism.
Le Sigh
Some things are really out of one's control. It's like you can try all you want to know about it, or avoid it. Really if you can't do anything about it, try as you may, things that will happen, happens.
Cool things go together I'll just stand out of the circle and draw circles HAHA
How come people who don't give a shit always > people who give a damn.
Isn't it unfair how we zoom in into the bad things, that we care about who can't care less than those who actually do care? It's difficult to see the good things, isn't it.
Need more books to immerse in to have hope.
Cool things go together I'll just stand out of the circle and draw circles HAHA
How come people who don't give a shit always > people who give a damn.
Isn't it unfair how we zoom in into the bad things, that we care about who can't care less than those who actually do care? It's difficult to see the good things, isn't it.
Need more books to immerse in to have hope.
Better
We keep making mistakes but we become better people. For our whole life we'd probably never get to be the person we wanted to be, or thought we'd become. But we become better. We try to do what's right, try to draw the fine line between what's right and what's wrong. But those, too, are grey areas and places shrouded with uncertainty, for right and wrong is a matter of perception. Along the way, we're in pieces, but we're better.
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