🥀 Loneliness As One
I’m not getting much out of life anymore
My emptiness has been silent to tomorrow’s day
I looked at the ground and my footprints were bare
And the brass ring is marred with my thoughts of decay
So time starts to erode all the things I hold dear
To give me an eternity in loneliness as one
In Through the Clouds, I hid inside the sky
To escape is death’s word, My fears are many, never done
I am deep inside every emotion I have
Insanity steps into my mind
Too many dreams I’ve absorbed into a timid soul
Keeping me a step backward with my sanity left behind
I am one inside me with so much hate for myself
Wanting more from life is time wasted in air
For every price that I’ve paid bits of my soul disappeared
Down and out and up and in, I’m just a step forward in life over there
On the outside of a picture window’s imagination
Where I’m swinging on a hangman’s rope
Life then death is just another game to play
Without truth in thought, time is just wasted on hope
So I closed my eyes to myself
Shutting out the more of life I’ll never need
No more than one with a single breath
And more time with eternity, to cut and then to bleed
GHW
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➣ @My_thought18
I’m not getting much out of life anymore
My emptiness has been silent to tomorrow’s day
I looked at the ground and my footprints were bare
And the brass ring is marred with my thoughts of decay
So time starts to erode all the things I hold dear
To give me an eternity in loneliness as one
In Through the Clouds, I hid inside the sky
To escape is death’s word, My fears are many, never done
I am deep inside every emotion I have
Insanity steps into my mind
Too many dreams I’ve absorbed into a timid soul
Keeping me a step backward with my sanity left behind
I am one inside me with so much hate for myself
Wanting more from life is time wasted in air
For every price that I’ve paid bits of my soul disappeared
Down and out and up and in, I’m just a step forward in life over there
On the outside of a picture window’s imagination
Where I’m swinging on a hangman’s rope
Life then death is just another game to play
Without truth in thought, time is just wasted on hope
So I closed my eyes to myself
Shutting out the more of life I’ll never need
No more than one with a single breath
And more time with eternity, to cut and then to bleed
GHW
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➣ @My_thought18
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if it feels off, it is. if you feel out of place, you are. if it feels wrong, don't do it. if your body says no to someone, a situation, or a place, leave immediately. your body is the first to know,, your mind is the last to accept!!🥀
- "someone special"
@music2quotes
- "someone special"
@music2quotes
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They said if you won't speak you'll be unheard.
I did speak. Why am I muffled now?
I did speak. Why am I muffled now?
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ɪɴ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs pinned «if it feels off, it is. if you feel out of place, you are. if it feels wrong, don't do it. if your body says no to someone, a situation, or a place, leave immediately. your body is the first to know,, your mind is the last to accept!!🥀 - "someone special"…»
A thousand words stuck up in my head
Waiting to be said,
But my tongue is stumbling!!😩
Waiting to be said,
But my tongue is stumbling!!😩
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“Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.” by Roy T. Bennett
I preach this. I follow this. There is a reason this quote has a place in bio of most of my social media accounts.
Honesty, trust, loyalty, and respect have been lost somewhere these days. With everything I do, I try my best to make people realise that humanity can exist. I have always believed in the saying ‘only we can change the world’. If I can change even one person out there with my actions and behaviour, it’s enough for me. This is how I live my life.
And it’s very simple. Be nice and polite to people around you, smile often, thank cab drivers, waiters, etc, return the money you have received by mistake, help someone to cross the road, etc.
Be that example at which people look up to. Be someone that makes people realise the value of love and kindness. Be that person who still makes people believe that ‘yes, good people exist.
Just don’t be that person with whom you would never want to deal and interact.
"Spread love and care,, this is why we are for."
@music2quotes💫
“Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.” by Roy T. Bennett
I preach this. I follow this. There is a reason this quote has a place in bio of most of my social media accounts.
Honesty, trust, loyalty, and respect have been lost somewhere these days. With everything I do, I try my best to make people realise that humanity can exist. I have always believed in the saying ‘only we can change the world’. If I can change even one person out there with my actions and behaviour, it’s enough for me. This is how I live my life.
And it’s very simple. Be nice and polite to people around you, smile often, thank cab drivers, waiters, etc, return the money you have received by mistake, help someone to cross the road, etc.
Be that example at which people look up to. Be someone that makes people realise the value of love and kindness. Be that person who still makes people believe that ‘yes, good people exist.
Just don’t be that person with whom you would never want to deal and interact.
"Spread love and care,, this is why we are for."
@music2quotes💫
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A girl asked me, "why is it that despite how big my love is, he still left?"
I answered, "because it's not enough."
"Why?"
I couldn't look at her in the eyes so I stared at my hand instead. "Because he doesn't love you anymore."
And then she was silent for a long time. I didn't hear another word, so when I summoned the strength to finally look at her, relief washed through me when I saw that she wasn't crying. Instead she was staring at the pink sky with a blank expression, maybe thinking of a hundred things and asking the stars starting to show up a thousand questions. I did the same thing and looked above the clouds.
"Because, you know, it's not about how much we love the person." I started, remembering things. "It's not even about how happy we were or how perfect we felt when we're with them. When people fall out of love, I learned that they kind of drift away, like an island being separated to another. Something just stands between the both of you and everything just won't reach them anymore like it used to. You can shout all you want, you can tell her you love her a million times, but the gap's too much that the wind can no longer carry your voice. And while you're busy scrambling for scraps just to light a fire and send a signal, they're starting over on their own, building a new hut and planting new trees. I honestly don't know how they can do that knowing they left someone behind, but I eventually stopped wondering and just started to work on my own island. Everyday I would water my plants and decorate my home, hoping it'll be beautiful enough that when someone eventually comes around, she'll just choose to stay everyday and we can watch a million sunsets on the shore."
There was silence for a moment and then she whispered, "that sounds beautiful."
I smiled, looking at the stars. "It is."
📖Rainy Days in December 📖
✍️ Jun Mark Patilan
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➣ @My_thought18
A girl asked me, "why is it that despite how big my love is, he still left?"
I answered, "because it's not enough."
"Why?"
I couldn't look at her in the eyes so I stared at my hand instead. "Because he doesn't love you anymore."
And then she was silent for a long time. I didn't hear another word, so when I summoned the strength to finally look at her, relief washed through me when I saw that she wasn't crying. Instead she was staring at the pink sky with a blank expression, maybe thinking of a hundred things and asking the stars starting to show up a thousand questions. I did the same thing and looked above the clouds.
"Because, you know, it's not about how much we love the person." I started, remembering things. "It's not even about how happy we were or how perfect we felt when we're with them. When people fall out of love, I learned that they kind of drift away, like an island being separated to another. Something just stands between the both of you and everything just won't reach them anymore like it used to. You can shout all you want, you can tell her you love her a million times, but the gap's too much that the wind can no longer carry your voice. And while you're busy scrambling for scraps just to light a fire and send a signal, they're starting over on their own, building a new hut and planting new trees. I honestly don't know how they can do that knowing they left someone behind, but I eventually stopped wondering and just started to work on my own island. Everyday I would water my plants and decorate my home, hoping it'll be beautiful enough that when someone eventually comes around, she'll just choose to stay everyday and we can watch a million sunsets on the shore."
There was silence for a moment and then she whispered, "that sounds beautiful."
I smiled, looking at the stars. "It is."
📖Rainy Days in December 📖
✍️ Jun Mark Patilan
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➣ @My_thought18
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It was the same street, the same smell from the bakery/coffee shop at the side of the park. I’ve walked on the pavement thousands of times, yet it doesn’t feel the same anymore as how it was when I was seventeen.
Maybe it was me who had changed. I’m no longer soft nor that I still believe that mere love would cure all sufferings in this world. Gone was the cheery girl who held hope and dreams in her heart, as the cold and more solitary girl took over the wheel.
It wasn’t always like this. Long ago, I viewed the world in a kaleidoscope of colours too as I wrote beautiful thoughts in my journals – yet life hurled lesson after lesson at me, some were sweet, most were made from stones and thorns.
So here I am. Speaking more words with my fingers than my tongue. At least I know now that even when the world has turned me voiceless, it could never render me wordless.
©️ M.
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➣ @My_thought18
Maybe it was me who had changed. I’m no longer soft nor that I still believe that mere love would cure all sufferings in this world. Gone was the cheery girl who held hope and dreams in her heart, as the cold and more solitary girl took over the wheel.
It wasn’t always like this. Long ago, I viewed the world in a kaleidoscope of colours too as I wrote beautiful thoughts in my journals – yet life hurled lesson after lesson at me, some were sweet, most were made from stones and thorns.
So here I am. Speaking more words with my fingers than my tongue. At least I know now that even when the world has turned me voiceless, it could never render me wordless.
©️ M.
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➣ @My_thought18
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