That's wow.
Hopefully -
In seven years I’ll be a different person,
And in my stride
I seem to find
That belief an assertion.
It’s not as if I’m struggling,
To find out who I am.
It’s just that thought of deep unrest is bubbling,
To the surface,
Again.
To be alone cathartic,
Apart from life
A part of life.
To regain my composure,
To ensure I find closure.
There are meanings to these thoughts
These thoughts I feel and hold.
There’s times upon the horizon,
Still yet to be told.
There’s loss upon my path, to radiant perfection.
Wether it be at my hands or through times of inflection.
It’s impossible to feel loss,
Without once having had.
So that’s will be my goal,
A story yet untold.
I’ll collect many more memories, and experiences.
And have myself,
To mould.
“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”
— Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959
After april's windy session
darkness vanished and sun came
rain stopped and flowers drew
each corner making beautiful view.
-t.f.s.
“I can’t change where I come from or what I’ve been through, so why should I be ashamed of what makes me, me?”
— Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give
Behind the sickness
I'd wish to drown
In your affection
I seek, I draw
the feeling
of death's birth,
a feeling like that
It never regrets.
You stole what I felt
Freedom could step
Into the unknown
Into the farewell,
It never became dark
But just lonely,
not enough.
—T.F.S.
Will is not broken
Even through darkness
Through hallways of death,
Through rage and pain,
Sickness in vain ,
It is easier to open a door
rather than unleash fears.
-t.f.s.
Henry James, from The Portrait of a Lady
May Lord Apollon reach you even in the darkest of times, and help guide you back to his sunlight
funny and quite interesting.
Mary’s Easter diet isn’t one I’d recommend,
Unless you’re into bulking up, or want life to end.
She starts with boiled Creme eggs and brioche soldiers to dip,
Then a round of hot crossed buns, not fruit, chocolate chip;
A cup of tea to wash it down, and some Easter eggs
But jazzed up with ice cream inside, “Taste me!” this one begs;
Then a parade of choc bunnies, she eats the ears first,
Followed by a nice hot choc’late to quite quench her thirst;
For dinner, there’s Lindt carrots, for vegetables bring health,
And biscuits iced in Easter shapes to bring luck and wealth;
Finally supper’s a group of sugar eggs ornate,
Then off she rolls and into bed for its gotten late.
Yes Mary’s diet might occasionally be fun,
But try and you’ll regret it ere the end of week one!
You know,i'm being weak cause when i tried and in the end it's hopeless,i start to worry for the future somehow.
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