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@brainfarttine
Dear Universe,
Can anyone hear how sad I am?
Distant stars squander their chances to sparkle for me.
The apocalypse is on the edges of my front door, notorious for invading my happy space.
Sometimes my scathing voice feels on mute, or is carried by a restless wind.
Either way, I have learned
Some stardust always shines and dies alone.
1245❤️
Rule 1 : Ambitious aspirations often lead to disappointing realities:
You know when you're both on the same page, envisioning this incredible future together? Sounds pretty awesome, right? But then, reality throws a curveball. External factors start messing with your plans—different viewpoints, unexpected twists, the whole deal plus a shebang and all that jazz including everything in the nine yard. And trying to balance your dreams while also keeping the relationship afloat? It's like walking a tightrope. Eventually, you notice they're not as enthusiastic about your dreams as they once were. It hurts. A lot. Like, really, really hurts. But hey, gotta stay true to your own path, even if they're not on board anymore.
A while back, an older couple told me how they got together. They had gone to the same high school, and while the man had a crush on the woman then, he wasn’t anywhere near her radar. They reunited many years later at, well, a reunion. They had both been married; the woman had gone through an acrimonious divorce while the man had lost his wife to cancer. They started dating soon after and eventually got married. And while this wonderfully romantic tale of love winning above all no matter how old you are was being spun, I couldn’t help but see the slightest tinge of ‘I loved her 50 years ago, I wish she realized that before I was her last best option’ in the man’ face. Not even half his age, but with more than my share of potential romances that didn’t appreciate me until long after it mattered, I understood this type of love story was probably the best I could ever hope for myself.
It doesn’t take much to make me happy. Stability, peace, some good company. I don’t think that’s too much. Yet I struggle to think of many times when I had all three.
When I was younger, I had so many dreams. I wanted to travel. Not just to see the world, but to fully immerse myself in foreign cultures. I wanted lots of money, to buy myself the nicest of all things that I desired. I wanted respect; at that point I was already tired of being overlooked and under-appreciated. I wanted a full life of experiences and romances that I could remember even when I was old.
But life comes at you fast. Faster than anyone can prepare you for. I had a lot of momentum, and rode that through my early 20s. I still felt like an outsider mostly, but at least I had a positive trajectory. Then I messed up a couple opportunities, lost some of that mo. I spent too much time trying to improve social elements of my life, which I was never very good at, and not enough time working on myself and my own long-standing issues. Things were already stalling a little, and then my entire life got turned upside down, all that inertia I had coasted on disappeared overnight. And I spent the next few years wallowing in the fact that nobody really cared as long as they still got whatever it was they wanted from me.
Now, I just feel alone and hopeless. Like my life has already passed me by. I never questioned my capabilities to overcome any obstacle in my life, but now I find myself gripped with the question: can I summon the strength to start over completely? Or is it already too late for me? Do I need to adjust my expectations for a life of total mediocrity? No one is going to help me, it’s all up to me. I have never really had much confidence, but now I have none at all.
Still tho, I can’t just completely give up, right? The odds may have never been so stacked against me, but, what if I could still have 10% of the life I wanted? What about 50%? What if, I could just get over this mountain, and my life is better than I could have ever expected and this looks like a little bump in the rear view? I have to tell myself that. False hope is better than none at all.
Is this how a poem dies?
Does it occur with closed fists, belly full of thousands of
Dead butterflies never seeing air,
Your name bottled up while I swim down the rivers of my tears
And my mouth becomes but yelps from a mad dog
Aching for a more loyal companion?
I wished it every day through
Misguided attempts, romantic fails,
Through canyons of longing
And hurdles of neon lights and
Hospital dazed vision boards
to reach you.
I dreamt of our meeting just as I have dreamt
Of our parting, eyes staring blankly into the abyss of others who kiss
But do not pierce my soul.
You were everything but indifferent.
All I have now is a film reel full of confusion, friends who cannot
Decipher my sadness, reality striking down as a gavel with the innocent verdict thrown out the window.
Is this how a poem ends,
Always hardly before it arrives?
Just like us
Exacty like you and I.
❤️❤️❤️
Babu
You're my man,
My bestfriend
And my home
And I will always be your home.
So if you feel lost,
Just come back home to me
Let's grow old together.
1245❤️
I saw you laughing in one of his pictures
But you'll be the one with his ring on your finger
There's red and green everywhere, but l'm so blue
Cindy Lou Who
Maybe he met you somewhere in the desert
While he was soul searching, he found someone better
Guess you make him happy like I couldn't do
Cindy Lou Who
with your hair so long, lips so red
(Ooh) maybe we met once, I forget
(Ooh) scrolling five years back, I'm obsessed
Breaking my heart, 'tis the season, I guess
with your hair so long, lips so red
(Ooh) if you're waking up now in his old bed
(Ooh) at his family's house, know that you're just
Breaking my heart, 'tis the season, I guess
The snow's gonna fall and the tree's gonna glisten
And I'm gonna puke at the thought of you kissin'
The boy who I love who's now in love with you
Cindy Lou Who
Told all my friends, they said it can't be true
Cindy Lou Who
