Dream Life

 I want you to know what it feels like to be in love with the life that you are living. I want you to know what it feel like to wake up in the morning and be grateful for another day, every day. I want you to have all of the energy you need to live the life you want to live. I don't want you to be scared of the unknown--I want you to see the unknown as a beautiful puzzle that you will be able to build on your own. You are capable of building your dream life--one that you look back on in the future and are completely in awe of. I don't want you to look back and regret not making the move you doubted you could do. You can do  anything. Start by believing in what you don't believe you are capable of. Start by letting go of the strings attached to your past. Start slowly. It won't happen all at once but it will happen as it needs to. Please, don't doubt yourself and remember you don't need anyone else to believe in you for your dreams to come true. You deserve to be...

                                            She had a language of her own, Her own way to show her love and care, She would meet people as if It has been years to the bond they share. Her eyes can touch the scars You've been hiding for long, She would cares the flaws, As that made one strong. She is a gorgeous mess, Composed of the pieces broken down, Her smile is starlit, And there's beauty even in her frown. Some people started to envy her, And tried to bring her to their size, As it isn't easy to appreciate someone When you're made up of endless lies. They tried to compress her sky, And condense her inner starlight, But they couldn't make her universe shrink, And she shined brighter every night. Soo she realized her own World was enough strong And she has been looking for beauty everywhere, But it lies right where she belongs.

                                    Sometimes i feel like i am simply being 'passed into different hands. We make homes out of people, only to pack up our things and move and move and move. there is a lot of myself still residing in cardboard boxes. i am too scared to find a place for it. i hover at your doorstep. you look like exactly where i need to be right now. but i've got a pocket full of old keys to remind me to never overstay my welcome. invite me in anyway. there is something about you that makes me want more than anything to give all this another try.

                                            'It's okay' She whispers to herself. 'It's okay' But is it? She gave everything she had to others. She carved her own soul for the people around her. But now, when she needs the same, she has no one to turn to. No one will rescue them. So she sits on the floor, telling herself 'it's okay' knowing it'd not, knowing it will never be. Didn't I tell you, my love? You're all alone.

                                        Learn how to truly be yourself; go to lunch, get coffee, go and watch a movie, alone and understand that there is no need to feel lonely . Take it as an opportunity to learn more about yourself. Fall in love with yourself and romanticise everything you do. The way your voice changes when you ask a shopkeeper, cinema attendant, waiter  or any other person of vague authority for something. The way you bite the inside of your cheek when you are nervous. They way you feel the heat in your cheeks rising with the cool sides of your hands. Become enamoured with the little habits and idiosyncrasies that are only noticed by someone who loves you.

                                     To you, love was about multitudes. To me, love was inordinate.        I love you, I would say.        How much? You would ask. I couldn't find the words to answer you then. But they have found their way to me since. And this is what I would tell you. I would blanket the world in utter darkness; I would pull back the veil of light and reveal to you, a blinding crescendo of stars. I would drain all the seas and ask you to count-  one by one- every grain of sand that clings to the ocean floor. I would tally the beat of every human heart that has echoed since the dawn of our becoming. And as you look in awe at the sheer magnitude of my admission, I would take your hand in mine and tell you; if only you had let me, this is how much I could have loved you.

                                               Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you When I was a young girl I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing I was hard as granite, I  leered at the sun. I trusted no woman and especially no man. I was living a hell in amm rooms, I broke things, smashed things, walked through glass, cursed. I challenged evrything, was continually being evicted , jailed , in and  out of fights, in and out of my mind. men were something to screw and rail at , I had no female friends. I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, english accents, spain, france, italy, walnuts and the colos orange. algebra angred me, opera sickened me, charlie chaplin was a fake and flowers were fo...

                                                        The pain will hold on gently As you move throughout your day You'll try to shake it softly But quickly learn it wants to stay It lingers in the corner  It follows you around Juts when you think you've lost it You learn no solace can be found So here's a trick, I've learned a few For me and pain, we're good old friends And pain's afraid of love, you see Because love, it always mends So openup your eyes a bit Inhale deep and strong Look for the twinkle of loves presence That surrounds you all day long It could be here, it could be there A thought, a mile, a gift Look for the love in every moment And your pain will start to shift Just start small, and whynot now Find something good to think of Pain will shy away, you'll see When what you focus on is love And bit by bit , you'll chip away At t...

                                                  you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.

                                       When her mouth meets mine again , it's as if every last piece of  my armor disintegrates and every last piece of ice surrounding  the glacier that was my heart melts and evaporates. Whoever coined the phrase, I love you to death obviously never experienced the kind of love Taste and I share. If that were the case, the phrase would be I love you to life. Because that's exactly what love did. Loved back to life.

                             When I run after what I think I want My days are a furnace of distress and anxiety; If I sit in my own place of patience, What I need flows to me, And without any pain. From this I understand that What I want also wants me, Is looking for me And attracting me; When it cannot attract me Any more to go to it, It has to come to me. There is a great secret In this for anyone Who can grasp it.

                                      It's time to start putting yourself first and believing you deserve it. Isn't it exhausting to always calculate your actions based on other people's opinions of you? Isn't it exhausting to always put others first while you suffer, just to please them or to show them that you care? Doing what feels good to you doesn't mean you lack love for other surround you. It simply means you also love yourself just as much. learn how to invest in you and pursue all the things that make you happy and  fulfilled. Even if it's just taking yourself on a two -day trip or saying NO to going out with friends because you  prefer a quiet night at home or working less and taking some time off for you mental health. Remember that  you're just as important as those you love.

                                             I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I'd write to the point of suffocation. I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns. Manuscripts spiraling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I'd write about you a lot more than I should.

                                         If you have a big heart it gets heavy, as if a stone hangs from your chest, that was put there by the people who lied and said they'd give their best. If you have a big heart you'll get tired of all the things you've left unsaid, for there are words you could have spoken that would have filled your heart instead. If you have a big heart you'll feel burdened by all the hopefulness you hold. You'll grow weary of compliance but still do everything you're told. If you have a big heart it gets heavy, and you may feel it weighs a ton. There will be times you feel defeated, but having a big heart means you've won.

                                               Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plum the hazel shells with a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has O'er-brimm'd their dammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft -lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sond asleep, Drow'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou ...

                                         Life is but a stopping place  A pause in what's to be, A resting place along the road,     To sweet eternity. We all have different journeys, Different paths along the way, We all were meant to learn some things,    But never meant to stay... Our destination is a place, Far greater than we know. For some the journey's quicker, For some the journey's slow. And when the journey finally ends, We'll claim a great reward, And find an everlasting peace, Together with the lord.

  I've always admired roses But not for their color There's something about them That I haven't yet discovered Yet everyone tells me That I'm looking into deep That it is just a flower  Just a little prize you can keep But yet there is something special About the roses that you see And It's not about the petals It's about the thorns to me It puzzles me how something So beautiful and rare Can cut you so deep And you wouldn't even care

  When someone asks what i'm scared of I play it basic and say the dark. Sometimes I'll say heights, Needles or even sharks. Maybe I'll say spiders, Or flying above the ground. I'll say confined spaces, Or even pain and loud sounds. But I hide my real fears And put it on a far shelf, Cause my biggest fear is that you'll see me The way I see myself.

                                          I don't know much about  how to label the things i feel. all i know is that when i look at the sky, i see freedom. when i look at the dirt, i see breakthrough. when i look at the ocean, i see serenity. and when i look at you, i see everything.

                              I'm going to love you in your weakest moments to your strongest ones.  I'm going to love you when you're happy and I'm going to still love you the most when you're sad. Don't you understand? I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere I want to love you, each and every piece of you. I want you with your imperfections as much as I want you for you.  And I'm always going to be here loving you with everything.