
50/50
You had all the reasons to trust me blindly,
however you chose to betray me,
hurt me,
break my spirit in irreparable ways.
I had all the reasons not to trust you,
however I chose to give you chances
and love you unconditionally.
You had all the reasons to trust me blindly,
however you chose to betray me,
hurt me,
break my spirit in irreparable ways.
I had all the reasons not to trust you,
however I chose to give you chances
and love you unconditionally.
As the morning frost,
she was pure.
No agendas.
No malicious intentions.
No requisites.
No prerequisites.
She was full of talent.
She was full of light.
She had it all.
A passionate, loving heart.
Strong, courageous,
deep and true.
She just was.
She was so pure
that she couldn’t see it.
That’s why many hated her,
wanted to bring her down, destroy her.
If I could, perhaps,
close my eyes
and dive deep,
I would find that girl
with the soft sweet voice
that once defined me.
It’s a curse and the biggest blessing. When you feel everything so deeply and you think that everyone else is the same but then you realise they’re not, there are times when you question yourself. Specially when those in the lower frequencies (most of people in the world, aka asleep ones) start projecting their insecurities and lack of self-authenticity at you and make you feel ‘different’. So you try to fit in pretending you don’t feel, which sucks/hurts even more. What’s really going on here is that most people NUMB their feelings, ignore them, or shut them down due to various reasons (it’s not a case that they don’t feel) and in return shame those who do express their feelings, because they aren’t strong enough to open themselves, they ridicule those who do. This is society for you. It’s been normalised that ‘to feel’ is a sign of weakness. Fuck that! What it means is that you’re vulnerable when you feel, therefore there is FEAR of feeling (and expressing it) because it can often be synonym of suffering. Well, let me tell you: If you don’t suffer you don’t thrive, grow, heal, love, live! Life comes with everything: pain and pleasure. Digest and assume that. Simply.
You’ll have to learn to cry on your own.
This morning,
the orange sunrise light
visited my bedroom,
reflecting on the furniture.
Warm like his cuddles,
perfect like his kisses.
What a beautiful day.
Miracles do happen.