Round and round, it doesn’t allow you to be found;
For you lost immensely in the deep blue ocean
Whilst you always wished it to be the heaven;
As fancy as a skyline, rising you up like a lifeline;
Metaphors apart, considerations depart.
Bullied by the bitter truth, your path is no longer smooth;
Befuddled by where you stand, the whim no longer withstands.
Bravery neglects holding on, compulsive forces moving on;
To wherever it owns you, you have been espoused for this path;
The chosen one for your cup of chaos and certainty.
And with all of these imposed notions
You are still breathing fine, with your head under the ocean.
We are all victims, Anselmo
Our destinies are decided
By a cosmic roll of the dice
The winds of the stars
The vagrant breezes
Of fortune that blow from
The windmills of the Gods.
I don’t want to play this game no more
I don’t wanna play it
I don’t want to stay ’round here no more
I don’t wanna stay here
Like rain on a Monday morning
Like pain that just keeps on going on
Look at all the hate they keep on showing
I don’t want to see that
Look at all the stones they keep on throwing
I don’t want to feel that
Like Sun that will keep on burning
I used to be so discerning
And I can hear the choirs keep on singing
Tell me what they’re saying
And I can hear the phone
It keeps on ringing
I don’t want to answer
I know that I used to listen
And I know I’ve become dismissive
In my recovery
I’m a soldier at war
I have broken down walls
Keep song-writing, my recovery.
Loving yourself the most will be your greatest accomplishment ever ❤
“You have not changed a bit!”, exclaimed an old friend of her.
Little did she know that..
She is not the same girl who used to be naive and worry over the simplest emotional discomfort. She is not the same girl who used to be people pleasing and understood them more on the positive side than she was supposed to. She is not the same girl who was happy to give infinite chances for the sun to rise in the west. She is not the same girl who cursed life for its thorns it laid on her path. She is not the same girl who suffered suffocating in the ocean of expectations, that broke her every single time. She is not the same girl who had no doubt in trusting people. She is not the same girl who once hoped life to be a box of chocolates that gets to treat you with jubilation. She is not the same girl who selflessly tried hard not to change.
Life happened and she did nothing but change.
You cannot force someone to like you
You cannot force yourself to dislike someone, either
Sometimes, being too wise does not work with Likeliness.
It is acceptable to an extent if you are being the plain white canvas authorizing to lime light the dazzling disclosure of various other colors. But design wisely on whom you empower to paint your loving black, a little influence of which dominates the rest.