I feel like I’m drowning… im so sorry….
“Mommy, it hurts,” The teenage girl cries while clutching her heart.
“I know my baby, but it’ll get better, I promise,” She rubs her daughter’s back comfortingly.
“But mommy, I don’t know how to move on… he was my soulmate,” The teenage girl says while looking up at her mother with teary eyes.
“There are other fish in the sea… better fish,” Her mom wipes her daughter’s tears away.
“But it felt like he was the one,” The teenage girl says while looking down at her hands.
“There’s never the ‘one’ my baby… guys are assholes… they take what they want and don’t spare other people’s feelings,” The mom says.
“Is that what happened between you and father?” The girl asks her mother.
“Yes, he gained my trust… manipulated me… took what he wanted… then left me alone,” The mother says while quickly wiping away her tears.
“I’m sorry you went through that, mom,” The girl says, rubbing her mom’s knuckle.
“Just promise me one thing, baby girl…” The mother starts.
“Yes, anything, mom,” The girl says, waiting for the promise.
“Promise me that you won’t let a guy manipulate you into anything… promise me my darling,” The mom says, looking at her daughter, nerves racking her mind.
“Of course, mother… I promise to never let a guy control me or manipulate me into anything,” The daughter says, making her mother smile and hug her.
“Thank you, my baby girl,” The mother says, letting her tears fall as she hugs her daughter.
Day 21 of quarantine
We’re not singing anymore
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
In dark isolation.
Anyone else feel worse with these quarantines?
At least I’m not longer like a diseased freak that refuses to leave their quarters.
“Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. “ — Naomi Shihab Nye - 1952
Of all the wolves, look for the wolf with the yellow eyes. He isn’t vicious and he won’t attack you; he’s Fear’s favorite for a reason, and he will protect and attack who he sees fit. Make sure you know how your soul is balanced.
This, as you might have guessed, is not a virus. It never was and may never get a virus (who knows, in times like these). This is a collection of data, showing what a candlelight in a bowl looked like a few days ago. It now looks very different, as these days things do look different all the time. So, this is a photography of a flame. May it lighten up your soul and may it burn down your sorrows. Let’s all be confidential, for bad things will happen, whatever we behave like. They never needed our sorrow. They feed themselves (bad things and sorrows). Let us feed our confidence =:))
“Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood. All the ones around me I cared for and most of all I loved, but I can’t see myself that way. Please don’t forget me or cry while I’m away.”
When sadness hits the deepest depths of you like a needle to the marrow and you can’t even cry.
It’s a serious thing to be alive
It’s a serious thing to dare to love
Especially when you fight to survive
Especially when your heart might get shoved
And when all you love has lost its wonder
When even reading has lost it’s appeal
And when all you do seems to be blunder
And when empty is all that you will feel
When lonely nights make me ache with sorrow
And all you want is for the pain to end
Days all blend: yesterday is tomorrow
In an endless loop; alone you must fend
Then what, pray tell, is left to do save mourn
Alone you’ve been left, in half you’ve been torn
I live behind a busy highway. Sometimes I sit in my car in my driveway, staring at the highway desperately wanting to run into traffic. Then I remember, if I killed myself, I wouldn’t only be killing myself but everyone else around me. If only I didn’t have people around me that loved and cared for me, I wouldn’t hesitate but to jump.