the worse kind of betrayal is the one you get from the one person you look up to. you think everything is perfect until one day they say they don’t love you and you wonder what does it mean to not love someone? Can feelings just evaporate? Did that person really love you? What were they doing with you if they didn’t love you and I don’t get any answers and it’s killing me to learn that this kind of love exists. The one that breaks your soul leaving no hope to get okay. How can you recover from learning that the person you loved so much, doesn’t love you anymore?
Have you ever stumbled across faith?
And not in the lost soul searching in the night kind of blind follower way.
Pure, with an ounce of mystery..
So sure of himself and we can see the future clearly because of transparency.
He comes from a stable home where his parents work through things and me?
I'm used to walking on glass, unsure of the moment and grasping at strings.
A good balance and I can finally put my abandonment fears to rest.
He says to throw them in the back seat.. He's so gentle.
Now, he doesn't act like the problems don't exist he'll simply ride it out and talk us to sleep as passing headlights make him flash back to times he wished for her. It's not all about my hurt.
He's stripped himself of every negative lover in order to provide his metaphoric shirt.
And even her black garbage bags they send bad kids away with.
He'll see the unused clothes to needy homes and we'll never look back.
Bigger arms than hers.
Sweet, thoughtful and that kind of guy that probably doesn't mind holding your purse for a minute.
And he's mine...
Fears and the past put to rest and she's said it maybe thirteen times before but feels it in her chest.
This is it.
Maybe not forever because I'm not that kind of fortune teller but this is a fella who deserves the benefit of the doubt.
Soothing the worries out as they crease, just trying to create lifelong peace.
My love story.
Today is the day I live my love story. A love story that will shake the world.
A love story to end all love stories.
A love story so great the angels sing of it in paradise.
Today is the day I woke up free.
Free from fear of judgement and hate. Free from years of slavery of thought.
Today I shall breathe, see, think, speak, move as I will. No one shall make me care about what it shall make me appear as.
I shall live, laugh, love in every essence of those words and every thing I shall feel shall be good and shall be my wish.
Today I shall call you to do as you will.
Try to burn my home to the ground. To rob me of everything I hold precious.
To cut me up and break me down.
To give me a pain the universe has never felt.
Today you shall hate, today I shall love.
You shall do every harm you wished upon me. You shall also watch me smile through it.
Today is the day I live my love story.
A story of my love for me.
Waking up and knowing it's already a happy day. Also, I am proud of the way this picture turned out. I don't care about photography technicalities because for a person like me, a picture only holds worth with how it can tell a story. And I think this picture speaks volumes through a surround sound system.
곧 친구 생일이다.
그래서 진심을 담은 편지를 썼지.
편지를 쓰는 게 꽤 오랜만.
나태주 시인의 시들은
나를 편안하게 만든달까?
인생이 쉽지만은 않다.
오히려 하루 하루 힘들다.
하지만 불행하다고 생각하진 않아.
나름 행복해지는 요령도 생기는듯하고.
근데 나 글씨 너무 잘 쓰는 거 아냐?ㅋㅋㅋ
아~오랜만에 연애편지나 쓰고 싶은데 상대가 없네.
얼른 사랑하고 싶다.
쿨 노래를 갑자기 흥얼거리게 된다.
진실한 그대의 모습을 나에게 보여줘요~🎶”
감기 기운이 아직 조금 남아있다.
그럴 때는 뭐 비타민 만땅 귤을 먹어야지.
과일가게 사장님이 나를 참 좋아하신다.
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Made of your first heartbreak, and then many more, the times everything went wrong, those sleepless nights, the times you failed, the nights you cried and only your pillow knows about, the life-threatning adventures you went for, the rules you have silently broken, all those nights that seemed too long, and the sun refused to come out, but finally it did, the times you wanted to give up, the times your hard work paid off, and finally, the softness still residing in your heart no matter how heartless you try to be.
We were different masks, this could be of smile, when all you want is to cry your heart out. There could be half-baked truth. There may be sycophancy. Some may exaggerate, while others may stay silent while speaking up matters.
Now be honest
How many knows about this face of yours?
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How dare I say that!?!? I've no right to question that person... Do I have any idea who he was!!! Well before you report me, and never visit my writings again, let me tell you, we all have two faces.
What nonsense! Why are you even wasting time reading this. I don't even know you. I may have two faces, how can I talk about you!
Please hold on a moment, relax, and sit down, and read the whole thing before reporting my contents, and cross me if I'm wrong.
You wake up to the alarm perhaps snoozed multiple times before it's finally successful
Now you're awake, you're in a hurry
You get dressed, have breakfast (or somedays may be not) and leave.
Get into traffic .... And facebook-check, whatsapp-check, instagram-check, twitter-check. While playing your favourite songs, which saves you a little from this boring traffic-stuck situation. "Stuck in traffic" * poker face * goes your instagram story. Oh watch out, signal is green again. 3-4 more signal struggles and you're there. You reach your workplace, meet people, get into your work, then some gossip, smile a little, blush some (may be), laugh a little loud, or may be just stuck over social medias, in case you're anti-social (oh wait that's ironic) get back into work, and the sun sets.
Those same signal-struggles again, oh hey how many memes did you come across? How many did you share? How many did you LOL-ed at?
And you're finally home, tired, exhausted, want to hug the bed so badly... You go to washroom, freshen up, splash some water on your face. Now pause, slow down... look into the mirror. Make eye contact with the person behind it.
Look into those eyes, with more intensity, deeper. This raw beauty, this is you... Beyond those loud laughters, this busy life, the songs, those memes, your instagram bio, your last tweet and your last selfie. .
*Continued to my next post due to word limits*