Souls meet face to face as their flesh absorbs the negative space around them. Refreshing in turn stimulates the mind. Thoughts flow to remind us that its within us.
Slumped on a seat.
Holding a few strands of hair in between my fingers.
Slowly picking at the split ends.
Looking upward, realizing it was wrong.
Replenishing the satisfaction with a Capri.
Awakened multiple times
Short repetitive scenes
Quick with presence
Disrupting the unseen
Confusing, but deciphered
Why are you seen through the windows of the soul?
Residing at the brink
Latching onto thoughts
But it is whom ever starts the road
Who provides the liberty of thus to roam
Last night I saw the smoky haze, making it’s curvy presence in between my eyes. Tears of regret washed away with my soul.
It was terrifying. Why? We were extensively tested and we were to weak to overcome those obstacles.
I wish l lived in the world where we were stronger.
Life was complete with you.
What manifested in between our fingers took over.
It was stronger than our love.
Although our connection faded,
I know there’s no one like you for me.
Till then I will remain my one and only.
Resilience is rewarded when it is least expected. We have to push forward whether with strength or not. Some are evil while in distress, but does that excuse us for deviating from acting righteously?
Learning a new religion has been extremely difficult, especially when others view it as anomalously. It has been over four years since I unraveled a life changing experience; although my dedication can be explained as a meager attempt to change my life, I will truly accept that I have tried to apply the noble eight-fold path in life towards enlightenment.
I quit, I start, I surrender, and then lastly I continue. One should learn to avoid bouncing back and forth, but only go through the cycle a few times before it being the last.
I will not cry.
I will not be sad.
I will not overthink about it.
I will not let it defeat me.
I will remember, but I will not let it take over.
I will think about it from time to time, but it is only to make me stronger.
You deserve better.
He deserves better.
We deserve others.
When I met you, I knew you were him.
That made me a better person.
I was faithful for the first time, because I fell in love.
First time for everything, but is it my last?
Will I ever feel the same about a man again?
It wasn’t sought, only thought of. Mentally prepped, which led to its manifestation. Lacking confidence ? Fix it the right way. Urging a sense of direction that’s given later on; interpret the message. Time ? It was used without success, but thank you universe for an ever lasting clock.
It was a matter of time. In a secular perspective, someone will always take care of another; whether in this world or not. Temptation becomes stealthy; creeping its way through the crevasses of a lie, but then it comes to light. With a meager interlude, it makes an appearance and destroys the rest.
Better yet, it awakens the rest.
How can last nights fire be mended?
Sitting under the shadow; observing the sunlight beam on its leafs.
Tranquility for the moment, but the heat will return.
It’s grand entrance will be marked by depression.
Professionals are sought. Doesn’t seem to make a difference.
Temptations derive, but not all will fail.
How can last nights fire be mended?
All my thoughts
Scattered in the wind of light
It scares me to process
I’m mentally preoccupied
What if …
It catches me
Haunting the internal
While loving the external
That form from that smile
That plays from your moving hips
That I savor from those lips