you’re holding onto something for too damn long, as you about to say something there is something stopping you from. write it down now.
smoke words and let smoke reach onto the people you always wanted to say those words to, sooner or later they’ll inhale the smoke of your words whose particles consists of your feelings.
upon inhaling they will know your importance if in case they won’t then don’t be disappointed. smile a bit or shed a tear one or few but please let it go.
buy some flowers and bury down the bad vibes.
please know you are born one of a kind. your mother had kept you for 9 months in her womb just to let you live.
are you getting my point here?
your soul is something precious that you won’t realize as you keep on comparing yours
with theirs and theirs with yours.
you will never get the idea of self when you keep on
getting high onto their achievements and cut out yours.
it is common to get heart-broken when you move out of your zone, there are chances you
step on thorns or maybe group of people is waiting out for you to cut out your throat, just kidding on this point.
ever had intercourse with your own feelings?
wondering if you had a copy of yourself, would you have made friend with it? are you worth loving even yourself? do you ask out these questions to yourself?
there is no need of love assurance, be happy with your pet. enjoy dating yourself.
in times when you feel weak, do remember you can speak to the girl/boy that you thought you would never talk just because you always made that pictures onto your heads. if in case not, you got yourself at least.
in times of despair lie down onto your bed
and assume your ceiling to be sky for a moment and keep on
going higher and higher. close your eyes at this moment.
by now you are now isolated. you are reached to the space by now.
okay. now fall down from there.
free-fall 3-2-1 BANG! wake up from sleep. are you relaxed now?
you don’t. it feels so heavy when you are alone among so many people, it’s hard to tell people what you’re feeling. deep down low you care about them but your action doesn’t cooperate. it’s hard you know, it’s hard when you are unable to show what you’re feeling.
no one understands right?
maybe. you question yourself then you also jump to your own conclusion.
you fool yourself, you hurt yourself and then you look yourself as the victim,that’s what we do.
you imagine yourself in a happy situation that’d hardly happen?
hell yeah! you are so lost in the moment that you ignore what is happening in real and then later you regret not being in the moment. you do that, don’t you?
then you think you’re lonely?
depends. it’s hard to maintain calm when your mind is processing several things simultaneously, sometimes it’d be the case that you are with people but you’re constantly thinking about that one particular thing which isolates you from the situation and at the situation you’re so alone, apart from reality. lonely with people, sounds strange? it is.
is it permanent?
simple no. it won’t meant to be forever. maybe the moment is not right but you will get over it, at least that’s what they say. Till then find solace in fake smiles and find pleasure in little things!
when I am done with everyone, it is only when I reach out to me to have one on one healthy and self-comforting conversation.
A conversation in which I’m the antagonist and I’m the protagonist, but it’s only me to my conversation when I realize and examine my both sides. Sides which lies inside me.
I shout at myself for the wrongs that I have done then I forget and I forgive myself.
It is only then I care about myself for once and I realize its okay to be alone sometimes.
Deep down low it hurts I know, but it’s only at that time I prevent myself from mean and harsh comments and I enjoy my own company so it never sucks.
I stalk people. I observe them my way.
I learn from them. I learn vibes to contain and then I remain silent like I don’t know anything but the secret is that I know. But I never follow anyone style because I love my own.
me to me is an poetry for me.
it’s like a rhyming scheme which sets me free and makes me feel alive.
but every time, in the end, there is some part that never got finished it only get buried up by the feelings itself that creates another loop which carries on and on.
me to me is an music to me.
it’s like lyrics I wanna write but I never gathered the courage to write it down.
words can’t describe vibes.
They don’t contain energy that should be felt to the readers so I never got them down.
me to me is an art to me.
it’s like the purest form of art when I see inside myself and finds out things that I’ve been searching outside for long.
we all should do conversation with ourselves, we deserve it! :’) xx