Always casually waiting sitting on those huge seats in the cinema hall swinging my feet back and forth feeling the butterflies in my stomach chipping away at the branches of my ribs to see the post credit scene where they pat you on the back and kith your eyelids and forehead and that sweet nose of yours because you did today, you did today :)
You can encourage someone to believe that they can stand right back up, but not that they must always be standing regardless of how hard they’ve been hit. You need rest just as much as you need to take a stand. You have it in you to counter an issue even after something has not turned out well, but you also have to remember to sit down every once in a while because you’re not supposed to be standing all the time to fight a battle. You’re not supposed to be on guard with a sword for a hand to come at anything that goes your way. You could be sleeping, confiding in someone, baking, drawing, crying, and you’re still fighting it all the time, it isn’t the action that defines your strength, it’s your will from within that keeps you going and rooting the belief that you can, and you very much will once you’ve got your gold fish bars up and you’ve fed your cats and taken a power nap and had that bath and that milkshake and you get my point :) it doesn’t have to be so rough and tough on the exterior all the time. The clouds could be someone’s cushioned haven, but they’re still capable enough of bringing upon a storm, so what if they’re having their own time in a picnic with some rainbows and perhaps a little drizzling here and there? Let them be!
You’re going to reach a point where you look at a person and you can tell what all has changed ever since the last time the two of you spoke, you’re going to realise that they have new hobbies and gifts and interests, maybe even people, encompassing them, and you’re not a part of it. This is your strike to pick up on the fact that you’ve walked through the times you knew you couldn’t have passed considering the emotional barrier tugging at your wrists like restraints, you’re going to look at those hands and realise that pressing onto the palms of your memories doesn’t sting as much anymore, the shade of your skin has risen again, dancing in your embrace like velvet sheets that lay beneath :)
maybe this isn’t the time for you to hold a hand, maybe this is the time for you to reach down your pocket and find the Candy you were supposed to have a week ago and laugh to yourself. You have a life, and you’re living it. The departure of a person does not stop that, and it was never about the pace was it? you’re living proof of that. To remember and to savour the very last thought of a person is human nature, not a weakness.
Empathy isn’t a requirement. You’re not required to empathise, neither is it your job to. “Oh you can’t put yourself in their shoes? That’s ALRIGHT.” It’s alright if you cant picture yourself there, don’t bonk your brain for it. Now now, Just because a person hasn’t empathised with you doesn’t necessarily mean they won’t sympathise either. You cannot expect people to have your life figured out when they’re managing to have a grip on their own. “How could they have not known?” Sometimes it’s not that easy, a person can be just as mentally absent as they’re physically present with you, consider the factors before jumping to conclusions that throws them under the bus.
The word 'prodigy' never found its way near my name. Yet, all I hear from peers who used to be proud, now concerned, is ' you know too much.' And I ask, and I cry.
Did I fly too close to the sun again, Father? Am I falling?
- reign
I want to be like the tides, gentle and roaring. I would try to kiss the moon in one blink and come crashing down in another. But I am not that free. I am this little plant that seeps and stays. My smile depends upon the skies. Even if I hate to admit it, the winter solstice makes me long for warm lights.
- reign
Almost and always
She tempts me
To be as cold as her
Winter, in all her beauty
Haunts me too
As she slowly dies with the dew
-reign
Almost and always
She tempts me
To be as cold as her
Winter, in all her beauty
Haunts me too
As she slowly dies with the dew
-reign