There will always be sadness and grief in the world. It's a fact: without it, happiness would lose its value. Here's another fact: there will always be people who make you feel immensely unhappy ( Read more... )

See, the thing is, love is such a rare phenomenon. Some of us go their whole lives without falling in love, whilst some of us spend our whole lives dreaming about love. Others have to make do with someone else, and a very select few of us find the one. The person who makes us feel whole and complete, safe and sound, loved.

Love is fleeting and pure ( Read more... )

The best days of my life are the ones that I can’t really remember.

The memories are blurred and sketchy. I remember the bright warm light, and how it used to hit the walls. I remember the sofa, and its coarse rough texture, worn at the edges from years of handling. I remember the smell, indescribable but familiar; it’s the smell of home.

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 “Don’t forget who you are, and where you come from,” you say, face turning an ugly red.

I refuse to be defined by a place I know very little of; I am not the person you want me to be.

“Beat the people who beat me down; take revenge,” you say, face twisted into a hideous expression.

I am not you; I can’t fight your battles.

I’m sorry.

Sometimes when I talk about you, I realise that the person I’m talking about isn’t really you anymore. You’ve changed.

The person I talk about is someone who laughs, someone who loves, and someone who lives. The person I talk about is the you of the past.

It makes me sad; I once knew you better than anyone else in the world. Now, you’re just ( Read more... )

It feels wrong; everything feels wrong.

Nothing has felt right for a very long time.

Maybe nothing has ever felt right; maybe nothing ever will.

I wonder, now, if you ever loved me.

You laughed at my jokes, you held my hand, you kissed me goodbye.

But it didn’t hurt, when you walked away.

I wonder, now, if I ever loved you.

I wonder, now, if I have ever loved anyone.

I cried because there was nothing else I could do.

I cried because, at the end of the day, I was still alone, even though you promised otherwise.

I cried because I never got to see you die; I only ever saw you live.

I suppose it’s a good thing. This way, when I think of you, all I see is you laughing. All I see is you living.

I cried because, at ( Read more... )

Some time ago, I realised that I don’t know much about myself.

I know all the easy stuff: name, age, birthday, height, weight, etc.

I know some of the less easy stuff: hobbies, talents, etc.

But I don’t know the difficult stuff; I don’t know what I really want. If I had three wishes, I wouldn’t know what to do with them.

Maybe it’s because I’m ( Read more... )

 close your eyes; feel the world shift around you.
become aware; we’re alone, just 6.5 billion people in a seemingly infinite universe.
appreciate your existence; we’re here because of either a series of chemical reactions or some special being.

open your eyes; the world isn’t all that big, when you comprehend the fact that we’re only a tiny speck ( Read more... )