The days. Flying by ever so fast yet the pain of confusion wears away slowly. Comparing the fast paced life with the soft and unhealed wounds of yesterday seemingly contradict each other. One is a wind that cannot be caught and the other a dream delved into every second. Though, I must say, this is what makes everything so beautiful. The ability to put yourself in the spotlight, exposed to the potential failure and harm, but still persevering and taking the chance. When all that matters is to win and be a part of expectations, the true essence is missed out upon. Confusion. That's what remains. To satisfy all is not an option, but to do good for all is an aim worth fighting for. Left alone on my own, the great world my critic, my young and flustered self a victim almost. A victim. Victim to what? Answerable to who? Wronged which aspect of life? I am my own victim. With the great exposure to opportunities comes the great threat of failure. A woman of color with a headscarf, two st...
Friends come with dramas, and dramas bring about a fair bit of fun in life. Recently, some friends and I have drifted apart, not out of serious intention but instead allowing distance to play its part. I sat there last night, reminiscing the amazing time we had spent, only then to realise that this barrier we had created was made to be destroyed. It only takes one hello before everything automatically does its magic and it all falls perfectly in place. Many say you drift apart from people and it is a part of life, but it is in our control as to who we wish to keep. Let not time nor place overcome a smile that is worth more than effort taken to build this wall. And if it is rejection you fear after being separated for a while, the words unspoken will hold its placing, flowering once again what had once been rooted. People are amazing, in every possible way. Being caught up in our own little world is no good of an excuse. Don't be blind and leave behind the diamonds in your hands w...
Trapped in a moment of overwhelming responsibilities, I sit here confused yet calm. To escape, I assume. Writing is my path of walk when there is no other step so comforting and relaxing. One task, then another, accumulating endlessly until there is no eye to see the world beyond. Almost inescapable. Almost, but not quite. I guess it is at times as such when one begins pondering the depths of life. Is this purely just a matter of intrigue or perhaps another face of procrastination? Nonetheless, it's a time of great thought, probably the best self advice comes when there are numerous things impending at my mind. And here, I will attempt to organise my unkempt thoughts into fathomable words, my mind seeping through nothing but an arrangement letters. Tonight. A time I had not imagined yet a time that is nearing too fast. Potential fear? Or maybe just uncertainty. I do not know. There is however an undeniable and painstakingly constant reality rushing to make a grand entrance. I co...
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