I was thinking about the tattoo on my back, a butterfly carrying a yin yang. There was lot of hard work that went into that concept. Opening up, becoming the true you and yin yang helping you find the balance to do it. The butterfly feels a bit tattered
My heart hurts and you’re not there. But in the end, I must think of me. It might take a bit, but I always come back fighting. Not for you, but for me.
Truth is I cannot do it for you. Trust others, fight your fears, or stop all your worries. I trie
Some writings by Zadie Smith inspired me to post this, in particular on the subject of optimism and despair, and how they balance each other out (which makes sense to me).
We think that love must come and sweep us off our feet and feel like we are in a cloud all the time.
I felt this when I first met you, even before, when I saw you for the first time. Something told me you were going to be in my life for a reason.
Something as simple as sitting next to you and noticing you slowly getting closer to me until your shoulder touches mine, I move closer to allow you into my space and lean in and rest my head on your shoulder.
I'm opening my heart and soul to you. 💕
"The Difference Is the Origin"
All of us have sorrows, stress, and pressures
On our lives. We all have high demands and plans
Where standards stand
And must remain.
We all have bullbutter in the vaults,
We each have limits, marks and fault
In the twilight
on pale mildew wings
we can move through the silence.
Watching the small ones
as they dance through kaleidoscopes
we can drift over viteous seas.
Though her spiral gardens
with the songs of the trees
we will drink from the fountain
From where do I start? Why am I writing? Pause. I need some fresh air. How salutary could that be considering the spinning jenny (means also â€˜cool breezeâ€™ in Italian) wafting outside? Iâ€™m not sure. Gelidity is a nice feeling, they say it reinvig
"Stop and smell the roses"
the wise old proverbs say;
"Enjoy it now, for life is short
and death is on the way."
You should be *planting* roses
and tilling up the field.
For labor is its own reward
and gives a greater yield.
I died once.
I was young ...and it was peaceful...I died in my sleep and didn't realize until I woke up.
Somewhere new and unfamiliar...
Away from everyone that I have ever known or loved left to start again.
I died once.
I was captured by a mons
Once I thought I'd die in battle.
I didn't. But maybe my soul did.
Then I thought I'd die when you marry.
I didn't. But maybe my heart did.
Now I think at least once I lived.
But maybe I didn't, and never did.
A long time ago, before people recorded events, is rather fuzzyfrom a historical perspective. If we take as granted that life exists and that, at some time in the past, life did not, you can just as easily buy into the theory that there was a time when l
One day a bomb exploded and
people began asking, "Why did this
happen? Who is responsible?"
"Not me," said the taIk show
host. "Words don't hurt people.
Ideas and dissent must be protected.
It's our First Amendment right."
"Not me," s
It was just like walking into a dive-bomb nightclub.
Neon lights flashed, revealing every little crevice of stains in his suit.
He was a pure demon, but his attire was questionable, as that he wore black.
One look into his eyes would send powerful m