Nostalgia.
Last week some old friends of mine ventured back into this dreadful city.
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Last week some old friends of mine ventured back into this dreadful city.
I have a little more time now, so I'm gonna write this down. As I said earlier, I explored myself a little today. The first thing you should know is I'm majorly hung up on my last ex.
What is it to be me I wonder sometimes I look up to the dark skies and they seem to lie to me, they tell me of futures past, memories that flicker through a forest of stars.
Sometimes you make choices that you’re not sure about Sometimes you're happy about these choices Sometimes you regret them Sometimes you realise you need to make changes Sometimes you realise the...
It's not what you've lost, but it's what you find. Make me out of clay, decide the words I say. On my own, this will always be my home. Fall head first, like paper planes in playground games.
Wrestle with my solitude. Do the best I can. Sit alone in silence. I am god's lonely man. Woke in my clothes this morning. Not sure where I be. Suffer with the knowledge. Of my duplicity.
Today, I read a story that I was working on 8 or more years ago. It was embarrassing to me, and hated it.
It's disheartening to know that what I want the most,...I just can't have. Perhaps even more sorrowing is that not a single person in the known universe can possibly assist me in getting what I want.
I hear the pitter patter of the rain against the sill. Since a child I have been seated here, amongst the drops. The steady soft beat put me in a peaceful state of mind.
100 followers after 12 days, I can't believe it is true. Finding my posts through this talented maze And deciding that they somehow touched you.
Everyday counts. I have just about 34 more days to enjoy it, my life as a 6th grader. When I was little I dreamed of moving on to college,work, and all those opportunities.
So have you ever had one of 'those days'. You know, the ones when you cannot see the bright side of any situation, when all you want to do is cry, but you don't because, well, what's that going to do.
The past is past for a reason. We can run from it, and it will chase us; we can chase after it, and it will run away. It will never change, though it is the biggest thing we dwell over like it...
I have not written an Opuss today. Although I hope none of you will, dare I say it, 'unfollow' me. Well philosophical wise I guess my motive would have to be that we are human, we all make mistakes.
Who can offer me sanctuary. Who can offer me peace. When I am done fighting monsters, will I find what lies beneath. Will I settle into stagnation. Will the voices hush to silence.
I always wonder about raindrops.
All of my thoughts & thinking its all my fault . But all you need is someone who will truely sincere being & having you in their life .
Sometimes I feel like it would be better to not exist, or that the world would be better without me, but it's a fleeting thought.
Out of top 20, pressure gone. (-: To clarify, Being so high up was good but I felt under too much pressure to produce writing worthy of my rank.
Its like Learning to crawl again; When you're stuck with your head in the ground. The bottomless well has thousands of yells, And the words build up their mound.
I had a happy day Fun and hype Did things I could regret And said things I wish had not They brought me pains and cheers They gave me life and soul For all the things I do Will always bring me so...
It is only now that I'm starting to appreciate the phrase 'Young at heart'.
I cry and cry, A tsunami's begun. I drown in my tears. A complete no-one. Scars cover me Both Inside and out. And I can conclude, That's not what life is about.
Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break.