Its coming for me.
Its coming for me.
and what i wouldn’t give to feel your touch again
and what i wouldn’t give to see you again
no warrior, no god, no hell would stand in my way
if it meant i could have saved you
I’m a very easy person to talk to, you want you leave me, go I wouldn’t stop you, if you choose to stay, then stay. I won’t force anyone to stay cuz if sometimes when something is forced the feelings isn’t true.
I find your cluttered mind beautiful.
— by yours truly
Over thinking is exhausting. I’m releasing the need to control outcomes because honestly I’m just here to live each moment as it passes. Every second I want to be evolving into a better version of myself.
˙˙˙ɥɓnouǝ pɐɥ ǝʌ’I pu∀
“You need to hold yourself gently, my love; the hands of the world are rough.”
‘the softness of home,’ - Megan’s Poetry #961
felt like carrying salt water in bleeding palms;
like keeping a big bird in a small cage
except it was my heart was fluttering into my arms.
was a mess of throbbing, burning, sobbing, bleeding
and still you made it seem like dreaming
with filthy lies and honeyed words.’
'the crippled bird,’ - Megan’s Poetry #960
I was 17, I thought I could change the world , and paint this world in hues , even those forgotten by Gogh.
18, i was an unbridled splendor of everything colorful like a swirling river of liquid rainbow.
19 and 20, was a blur , I was at the top of the world , I saw everything was black and white.
21 , I toppled and fell, it was a great fall
22, I was broken
23 I started to crawl again
I was 24 and I took a U- turn
At 25 , I was hopeful
26, I waited ….
27, I realized I am still crawling, still broken
Now at 28 I want to start over from 17 and be 18 forever .. unbridled, unparalleled
By _ Rebekah Hope (edited version )
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Just another uni story - we bring cameras almost everyday just to capture anything - have I imagined that I will be using my photos for my personal blog years later? Of course not. I used to upload photos online with album titles like ‘Crazy August’, ‘Excruciating September’ - and the likes that my younger self thought would be witty or funny. Given those many shots I honestly wish that I took more. Do I like looking at the younger version of me and my friends? It could be? I want to remember how happy we were those days despite the academic requirements, we really were happy. During college era, I used to miss my high school friends, but then my classmate told me that I will miss my college friends more - because truth be told, after graduation, we are meant to take different paths. I haven’t seen most of my classmates after graduation, I haven’t even met them on the actual ceremony. Me and my college best friends sometimes go out for a movie, or to dine out, or a quick getaway - sometimes, I mean like 5 times in total. I don’t know are we really supposed to grow apart like that because of “life” ? Anyway, this is just me looking back and missing my friends.
Girl, you are beautiful in and out, I will keep you forever.
I’m so thankful to have a friend like you who treats me like a sister.
Maybe in my past life I already wished you from the stars,
I love everything about you, including your battle scars.
Life is harder than we thought
I just discovered how many struggles you recently fought.
My friend, just so you know, I am here, Always.
If all else fail, you’ll still have me, our friendship stays.
Have you forgotten the quote from our favorite book?
that in dark times
… just remember to turn on the light.
I’ll be the lamp inside your heart
… you don’t have to search on your left or right.
What a relaxing weekend
with my favorite fries and friend.
Sharing stories that never seem to end,
You and I are like coffee with a perfect blend.
Do you remember how we start
this friendship thing?
We were these reckless kids
who joined a choir and pretended to sing!
We were singing while the piano’s playing,
but we couldn’t keep a straight face and started laughing!
Several years have passed and we’re making our own living.
Finally learned to share the problems that we are hiding.
You’re there to ligthen up this heavy feeling,
but we couldn’t keep a straight face and started crying!
i can only perceive you through layers of distortion. your footsteps rap in multiples behind me down the endless halls of this house. your airy laugh pushes through the thick summer air, sounding more like a quiet sob by the time it reaches my ear. your shadow follows me underfoot, taking shapes reminiscent of childhood longing.
though you ache to be remembered, i have forgotten you. the hazy days of my misspent youth are inseparable and inescapable. i can’t tell when you were here, or if you ever were.
logic tells me that you were present at some point. you can’t gain a ghost without having first lost someone. but who are you to me? you peel back my covers at night. you rummage through my clothes and misplace my books. you peer at me from mirrors just out of my sight.
you’re so keen on my things. i find my belongings in disarray when i return home, though i know that no one else would dare come here. only you and me can bear this home.
you’re keen on many of my habits, actually. you flail you’re ghastly limbs in an approximation of my every move. i wonder sometimes if you know who you are. i wonder sometimes if you’re trying to be me.
there’s no use in that, you know. it is said that people contain multitudes, but i don’t feel i contain anything at all. I believe there used to be things inside of me—preferences, contradictions, choices—though they have all been left to the weary passage of the years. to become me is to become a ghost, and we already have.
F A L L I N G
AM I WRONG?
and it’s still you i love
#304- excerpts from the book i’ll never write
Let’s start. -Artist unknown.
Refuse To Die Unfinished.
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