Don't you just look at your bestie and at that moment you know that's where you belong, beside them, laughing at the odds and holding each other, picking them up whenever they fall. At that moment you just look at them and whisper a promise to stick by each other irrespective of what life throws at you.
And when your mum hugs you after a rough day, combing her fingers through your hair, maybe leave a kiss on your forehead, don't you just feel as if tomorrow will be a better day.
And when your crush smiles back at you in that way, doesn't the day feel brighter and then you realize maybe choosing them wasn't such a bad thing after all. The sun shines brighter, birds are chirper and the grass is greener underneath your feet.
When an old lady thanks a young person for helping her with her groceries, doesn't her wrinkly old smile fills you with warmth and you realize no matter how hopeless the world seems, there will always be goodness in the world.
Sometimes, doesn't the world seems a bit cheerful, a bit hopeful and a lot more livable and you probably feel grateful to be able to witness it....
Everyone is meant to leave, eventually everyone does. We always have ourselves no one else, it our own selves we ever had or ever will have. I feel so nostalgic the person hasn't left yet but nostalgia touches me, the moment hasn't ended yet but I feel nostalgic. It's how it is with me, I try to absorb the moment and I just feel it as a moment that is happened I don't feel in the moment. Am I making sense no I'm not.
I just miss things already. I miss us. I'll always do.
sometimes i feel more like a house than a person with the way i decorate my body and my face to hide damaged walls and empty spaces; my heart is more like a door with changed locks because i've made multiple keys for people who walked all over me with filthy shoes, people who said they could live here, but they were just passing through. i hope my eyes are not windows, because i fear what the world might see—all of my flaws and insecurities on display like a coffee table or some shoddy love seat. sometimes i swear i left the oven on and forgot because my mind feels like a smoke detector with the way my apprehension never calms. i smell smoke, but i can't see it; i'm told things are never as bad as i make them, but every wildfire starts with a spark and it's easy to burn when you're a house made of straw.
nothing stays the same. without a moment's notice, everything can change and leave you wondering what the hell happened. living in the present and appreciating the small things is important because nothing else is guaranteed or permanent.
we humans are not as important as we believe ourselves to be. when the bee dies so do the flowers. when we die the flowers grow back. if we are to build a better future, we must give back to the planet by changing the ways we live on it.
time is not real. there is nothing in the laws of physics that can prove it is anything other than a human construct.
power of the people will always outweigh the people in power. the 1% are scared of us realising this and acting upon it.
home is more of a person than a place. the way i see my family has changed. all that other stuff i thought i wanted when the true treasure was here all along.
distance does not lessen the value or strength of true friendship.
self-care is by far the most important skill to learn in life. being aware of my needs, how things effect me, and eliminating harmful inputs has gone a long way in improving my physical and mental health.
social media does not offer an honest or healthy way in which to view the world. like a toxic friend, it uses our desires and insecurities in all sorts of manipulative ways. being able to take a step back and reconnect with the real physical world can be both invigorating and revelatory.
simple acts of kindness cost nothing but are as precious as gold dust.
eye contact has become a new form of communication. with masks hiding half of our faces we have no choice but to look at each other's souls. we see each other more now and we offer strangers in the street smiles from our eyes rather than our mouths.
being lonely doesn't mean we're alone. everyone is going through something. even if they don't show it.
laughter is the closest thing there is to magic. watery eyes, burning chests and aching ribs from laughing too much are the most wonderful feelings in the world.
i am much more resilient and capable than i thought i was.
I write poetry because I cannot commit
To anything longer than half a page
Before I get sick of it
On my bad days, I even rip apart the paper
After I spill all my pain
So no, I’m not nice, don’t get too close
Unless you want a broken heart,
Unless you turn the tables
Give me a taste of my own drug
And maybe then I'd beg
And scream and pray for you to stay,
Maybe then I'll wake up
And realize I wrote my life away.