I want to discover freedom rename the emptiness inside of my mind I start to understand that nobody ever said emptiness had to be filled to enjoy, to feel, to be it`s only an assumption a comforting picture the feeling of feeling fulfilled. we are used to fix and fill and fit get uncomfortable around unknown, around space because we desire comfort which isn’t freedom in the first place so at the end of the day how can we feel free when we try to fill ourselves only to avoid the void inside of us Isn't it the empty blue sky which let the sun enlight the day? Isn't it the open dark sky which let the moon guard the night? why don't we use the free space and instead of calling it emptiness let’s call it freedom instead of calling it loneliness let’s call it independence instead of searching let's call it finding
You are just a stranger I introduced to my heart so it feels less empty and I less alone
I am just a stranger you introduced to your heart so I would satisfy your needs and you would feel complete
We are just two stranger who agreed to use each other to fill our desires in the most egoistic way possible
“I am going to change, I promise” I never knew that changing could mean leaving Maybe not even you knew Maybe no one could
I saw that; I saw you How you kept your promise of changing How you and your mind drifted away every day a little bit more a little bit more away from me away from staying
I changed to stop you from leaving No matter how similar we may be Our words may sound the same But changing never meant leaving to me
Like I never meant home to you
I would love to allow me to be loved by you But honey, oh honey don’t doubt the loudness in my head words which scream how not enough I am over your words how much you adore me I want to let myself fall right into your arms where you would hold me tight and close but still every little bit of space would be just enough room to develop a black hole which teleport me right into my brain where my thoughts wait like thirsty wolves ready to punish me for letting myself fall for you
Honey, you want to heal? forget the ugly words and the things he did how he blew out the candle and you found yourself lost as the light faded away
Honey, you want to move on? Let go of the past and the “I love you”s you shared Take back the person you gifted the time you shared Take back everything you don’t want him to keep
Honey, you want to live again? Leave the sadness you found after love and start all over again Find love in yourself and the things you enjoyed Make room in your mind by throwing him out Find comfort in being alone
Honey, is that what you want? Healing, moving on and living? Because the truth is, it’s all in your hands but you rather remain in your situation Do you fear that the pain it takes to let it go would be more hurting than the pain you are currently in?
Honey, you won’t heal by rereading and relistening old text messages and voice mails You won’t move on by asking the universe for a call from him You won’t live again by reliving the memories you saved in your mind
You won’t find yourself by searching him
Honey, stop it, Stop procrastinating on the future Stop hurting yourself with the past Don’t throw yourself away It’s your love where you will find yourself again Not his
It’s you where you will gain the power from to heal move on and live again
finding myself drifting to sleep in your arms knowing that waking up next to you will be a great reason to wake up for
old cigarettes and bitter black coffee a taste of discontent on the tip of my tongue closing my eyes to enter a storm of endless thoughts, a dusty brain sometimes my body feels too heavy to carry so I lay down and just stay in a strangers bed for as long as I can get away with it old sheets and red-stained walls a strangers bed became my home
I used to adore the night fill my soul, fill my heart with the soft cold light of the moons shining tears and drink them until I am nothing but a dream drunk demon in love with the fading promise of an everlasting love between the moon and me connected with those nighttime wanderers which bear the same fate searching her light even when she is fading waxing, full and new holding on to something I am way too small for
Your promises sweet like honey touching my lips filling my soul Let’s see How long you can keep your promises of love, respect and security
And you are still
the only person
who can keep me together
when I am about to fall apart.
about thoughts, time, losing and finding, feeling and living, falling and healing and of course bittersweet love♡
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