My soul felt empty. My heart felt full. My eyes wet. My cheeks dry. My thoughts ever chaotic. I was floating. I was hopeful. I was absolutely terrified. Advertisements
She opened up her hands and pressed them against the cold tiles of the shower wall. She took in the feeling of the scorching hot water penetrating her back. She rested her forehead between her fingertips. Her body was claiming defeat. She let the tears roll down her cheeks. No shaking, no sobbing, just tears.
To have someone who knows how to get you past those superficial problems you discuss to occupy your mind. To have someone who can ask you the right questions and like water rushing past a broken dam, your thoughts and feelings pour out desperately, longingly, relentlessly.
People often say that the best times are always had with the ones we love. But I would beg to differ. I think the best times are sometimes had when we are sitting all by ourselves. When we are lost in our thoughts, enveloped in our dreams and often enough when we feel that warm […]
It’s moments like these. These very simple moments. These moments of feeling and sentiment. These moments that are so grand and beautiful but can be so easily overseen. It’s moments like these.
People. The beauty within them is unequivocally and incomparably inspiring; it’s simply mesmerizing. When we open our eyes and look into each others’ hearts and souls we can see the true and simple beauty that lies within humankind.
“If you look into your heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear?” -Confucius This quote had called out to her for quite some time. For her it was beautiful and optimistic. It reminded her that God appreciates a pure heart and sincere intentions. The […]
Her mind, in a familiar state, was braving a hurricane of isolating thoughts. She thought of a talk she had heard online just days ago. The talk was about shame. The speaker had looked out into the audience and asked who would admit to having made a mistake. The majority of the audience raised their […]
All I do is miss you, and the way you used to be. And all I can do is wonder, how this came to be. I look into your eyes, and see but a stranger. I see the depths of confusion, of turmoil and tears.
Is it her heart? Is it her reason? Her pride? Or lack of… Her self worth? Or lack of… Perhaps her throbbing heart? Or her rapid pulse… Her fear of pain? Or tears… Her fear of sentiment? Or happiness…