The truth of me, buried so deep, hidden so well, part of a labyrinth. I couldn’t if I tried to reach the depths of the absolute ocean. So wide, so deep, so dark and endless. Am i the froth, the pearl or the fine white sand of the seabed? Or maybe, i am the algae, seaweed or slimy moss creeping on sunken ships. How about existing as the pressing silence under the infinite sea sound like?
Is it a choice i make? Do i choose to be one of those of which I like the best? Or is it given? A definite decision made for me, no room for amendments. What if the froth wanted to be a pearl and the pearl would die to be the glowing sand. Then what happens? Everything’s a question, when you know nothing. When you know nothing about the depths of the ocean, your mind.
I’m tired of living unable to love anyone. I don’t have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can’t even love myself. Why is that? Why can’t i love myself? It’s because I can’t love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Do you understand what i am saying? A person who is incapable of loving another cannot properly love himself.”
“No matter where i go, i still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but i’m still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that i can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as i’ll come to defining myself.”
The tiles are shifting beneath. I stand and watch. Mesmerized by the destruction. A mess I have no control over, or no will rather . So overwhelming, i am rendered helpless by ineptitude. Falling short always, the time will arrive when I will fall. Fall off altogether and be buried.
I just never got the idea about being obsessed with finding one true love.
i never will.
repeated exposure effect and circumstance.
Love him even though he gives you a good reason not to.
Love him for no better reason than how good it feels to love instead of to judge.
Love him even though he’s not what you pictured, not what you deserve, even though objectively there is plenty that could stand improving.
Love is not the objective. It has everything to do with what you will allow yourself to feel, and nothing to do with how worthy he is of those feelings.
/Cue fits of laughter from us.
You need time on your hands to feel sad. To wallow in pity at your pathetic state. I am not going to provide you with that. I am going to fill your mind and soul with everything and there’s not going to be a single seat for sadness.
Where do i find passion?
If an insolent man thrusts a sword of speech against you,
Oppose him with patience, so you may break its edge ~ Al-Ma’arri