Monday, June 29, 2015

There was the abyss and then there was me and we were destined to meet. Back to where I started and where it all began many years ago. Can't say that I'm not glad. Being alone there is a certain comfort in it. Like the angels that guide you when you are most in need. You know they will be there no matter the circumstance that's the beauty in it. When we are at our worst there is a possibility of being at our best. The struggle is beautiful like a dance between the gods and you. They test you in life to see if you are paying attention. If you are there is the possibility of greatness of being able to feel alive. That's the greatest gift that anyone can offer you.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

                                          The people we choose to let into our lives create us.
                                          Day 14. 

Thursday, June 25, 2015

It's a pain much more excruciating than that
To see someone suffering and just be
completely unable to help them

The worst part is
To see someone strong
And smart and beautiful be  
brought down by a disease like this


Tuesday, June 23, 2015

I can be whatever you want.

Monday, June 22, 2015

                                      I love you.
Family or not some people just don't care.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Some things weren't meant to be. I'm still great full for all the things you have given me even though your heart wasn't one of them. I will find him one day.

For those we love, it isn't the fear that they will hate us but the fear that they will grow tired and just not care anymore.

Some words take the shattered parts of your heart and make them whole again.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Day 7 of year 6
There is a saying that when you climb a mountain you can enjoy the view from the top. I guess it's a metaphor for life. In life we can also reap the rewards of climbing, we also become as strong as a mountain in the end.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

I made a promise to god but somehow and not matter how much I tried I could never fulfill that promise. I guess I have no reason I cannot make my peace with that.
I forgot what it feels like to know you.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

I found this poem wasn't a particularly important poem. Sometimes we only half see things. Sometimes things fall apart and you don't know whether it's better to walk away or better to stay.