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“My anger scares me, my fear scares me, and somewhere in there is shame, too — why am I so enraged and so scared? I am afraid of going to bed and of waking up; afraid of tomorrow and of all the tomorrows after.”
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief
My heart travel back to you,
In the way i've never known,
In the most mysterious way,
I stop for a moment and thought to myself,
Ahhh this is what you call 'love'...
I know I don't say it enough and we joke about depression and how loneliness is eating up our lives, but it will be okay. I promise you it will.
and sometimes that sadness gets so deep in your heart that you can't even cry.
vishal rastogi
Trauma Bonds
You are not responsible for what happened to you as a child.
You are not responsible for how others view you, either.
You are, however, responsible for how you let your memories of your past affect your presence.
Fix up, look sharp & take control.
“The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”
— Unknown
“Staying quiet doesn’t mean I have nothing to say, it means I don’t think you’re ready to hear my thoughts.”
— Unknown
The pain of the wound that bleeds is no longer felt,
At least for as long as the wounds in this heart still bleeds in within,
“There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.”
— Jack Kerouac; On The Road
In the depth of her abditory,
Her mind was plethoric with thoughts,
Her eyes fixed at a certain place while she was ruminating,
So long after, her thoughts evanesce,
And her yonderly gaze passed through all that she sees up front,
P/S: pardon the grammar, how does this sounds?
People thought to themselves 'we have lost her' or maybe 'she has changed'
And there she thought to herself, 'people may have lost "her", but i have lost myself' whose lost are greater? How terrible she must have felt?
I asked Time, what's the solution...
It said, let me pass...
The pharoah kills the baby boys when they were born,
Fearing of that one saviour that will free the banee israeel,
Defeating him who has always been the so called 'Mighty'
Yet the one boy whom he did not kill in fact taken care of becomes the chosen one...
The israelis are killing every traces of the living in the gaza,
Tracking the so called dangerous Hamas as well as killing civilians, women, children and men,
Giving no chance for them to rise or even a spark of hope,
But one thing they may have forgotten, everything they are planning, is what Allah plans them to do, and their defeat is coming closer soon enough at their door, no, propably by their side.
A hero is someone who knows that to stay in a dream is the best thing, yet still wake up and accepts the painful reality awaits....
