Damaged Goods
“there is no shame in crying in an empty room, the walls will keep in what you cannot” I am empty as this room now.
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“there is no shame in crying in an empty room, the walls will keep in what you cannot” I am empty as this room now.
It's easy to dream of a world in which we achieve everything we want. It's also easy for the dream to not occur. But that doesn't mean it wasn't for the better.
I guess you could say the entirety of my blog is based on advice, inspiration, motivation.
This is the day when i first saw the light 29 years ago. Though the memory of it haven't been etched consciously in my brain. This is the day. I am spending this supposed "special day" alone.
I sit here, silhouetted on my bed. I pull my brush through my lush, blonde hair, while I look in my mirror. I flash a smile, and keep brushing my hair. I run my fingers through my hair. Soft and...
I was sharpening a pencil when my mind began to wonder. Could I be sharpened. Fixed to the point where im acceptable.
Is depression an illness. I mean they say it is and i have it but.. Well its not terminal cant kill me.. Well unless i top myself. Im medicated yes and it helps i guess.
There is an Angel and Devil inside us all. Don't fall for the Angel and Don't fight the Devil.
Funny how some events in your life really show you who your true friends are.
I asked the Zebra, are you black with white stripes. Or white with black stripes. And the zebra asked me, Are you good with bad habits. Or are you bad with good habits.
The desperate cries for help from a man, are those hidden behind the words of a status update or a tweet. Insecure of his emotions and unsure of who to trust beyond his own mind.
So it seems that so often I react to others based on how/what they're projecting themselves.
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
Standing on the cold wooden floor, the light from the morning sun works a path through the window and the partly open blinds.
When are excuses no longer enough. You see the world for what it is. Not just black and white, but all the greys in between. You know the world is full of obnoxious people.
Would you class yourself as ordinary. If not why not. Is there something that defines you as a person. If there is then you have just defined yourself as a person, am I wrong.
What hope means Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at the bay, Hope is gentle cold breeze on a hot summer day.
I often sit and think of the past, of who I used to be that girl used to have it all it was everything she could see.
Moment is God. If you do not enjoy it, of whom do you enjoy. Eternity is collected in present times. Not the past nor the future. Past and future are illusions.
There is a battle ground. Well worn by years of fighting. The war is a civil one. Same entity, different ideas.
Cruelty. It's vibrance, It's sharp, earthy scent, Fills me, With fear, And a feeling of dread. To taste, It's poison, On the tip of my tongue, I scorn, Myself for, Lowering myself to that level.
Fellow fans of stories, jokes & plays, I've now had Opuss 8 fun days... Fifty followers have rated me, Thankyou all, sincerely. Your support means a lot For now I see I don't write rot.
What's it all about. Not Opuss, but life. Doesn't it basically all come down to that. That the things we decide to do basically come down to what we decide life is all about.
Everything I ever learn I store inside my head. In tiny little boxes coloured yellow green and red. Most of it is good to use and therefore is free.