This is for me; to clear my never ending thoughts.
Her eyes no longer had stars in them. They had a sense of hope — belonging; like she’d seen all kinds of sadness but still looked for the moments of joy. To her they were simply brown; the color pages turn after years and years of laying on a shelf, the dust that covered old furniture, the dirt we walked on — she didn’t see the beauty in them when…
I’m coming to terms that people will come and go as they want. That people are going to do what ever they need to do for themselves. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that; we need to be selfish occasionally. Not every person we meet is meant to continue the journey with us from start to end. We cant predict what’s going to happen — we can try but…
If I was being totally honest, there’s more I hate about myself than I love.
I look in the mirror and at one point felt beautiful but now, that’s gone.
Every second of the day just flies by in a blink of an eye; or at least it use to. I no longer know what the purpose of anything is suppose to be but I know it’s somewhere here. “Not all who wander are lost” stays in the back of my mind but yet how much longer can that even be true? Key word in the phrase “not all,” what about those that are lost…