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Unique

I’m going to leave a mark. I’m a unique footprint. No one can do things my way.

My eyes, my view, my thoughts. They are worth it. I can bring something no one can.

We always strive originality. ‘New’ means something old with a different take. Music is just a vibration pattern.

Good people

There is a million ways to earn money. Almost everything can be bought for the right price. You can’t buy good people though.

I’ve been always very picky with people I’ve let into my world. I barely had any friends growing up. Well, I had regular friends, but not close friends.

When I moved out of my home town is when I finally found some gems. That’s the thing, you can’t change people, you can only search for the right ones. And when you find them, value them as the most precious thing. Honestly, you can never replace them. Move closer to them, spend as much quality time as you can. My best friend was going to the university building right next to mine for 2 years. We met at a new year’s eve party 3 years after I left. He lives in in another city, and I’m moving there in a few month. Can’t wait!

Work

I got this new job. Previously I worked for like 15 hours a week, here my client ask for 40. I’m getting paid hourly, so it is only benefiting me at the end. It is kinda hard though. I didn’t even manage to get past 25 hours.

I am more of a night person, but recently I have been waking up early. I feel unmotivated to do anything till the evening. But then I become tired until it’s evening, and even with the motivation, I’m feeling exhausted.

From past experience, if you start working earlier, time passes more quickly and it’s harder to stop than to continue working.

Working easy without joy or hard with more pleasure? Or if I get into habit, I’ll feel better with time?

Since I started freelancing 2 years ago, I always struggled with work time. Mostly clients were good with it, because I did my job thoughtfully. Taking this job was a challenge, and I’m happy because I started earning 3 times more. I guess, it’s actually worth working on myself, even if it’s unconformable.

#blog freelance work

Living all alone, I was happy to connect with anyone. I closed my eye, gave him my hand, Didn’t realize I was under a spell. A grain for my heart, but double the pain for a mistake. Shame and hate for each heartbreak. My soul was shattered from his plagues, But he was the only one who’ve let me in. I was alright with it, kept the bleeding within, I fought for him more than I did for me. And he still left, without a word, I tried to reach him, but I was just ignored. I just wanted to understand what Did I do wrong again, that he got shut. Used, heartbroken and alone - Was how he left me on my own. For years I thought the problem was me all along. -- And then you came, you let me in. I knocked so quietly, but you still heard The sound of a deep ocean covered in pain. You had someone to love, and yet, Still found a place for me to sit. You set your boundaries, and it was ok, I was happy to find someone to love, and love me back. My pain… you took it with respect, You didn’t laugh at it or backed. When stepped into my wounds, you stopped. “I don’t want to make you feel pain” And handed me a cure. You know the words to say and when, Sometimes I’m afraid to trust you, Because of the past events. I hope I’m not again under that spell, I’ll bet all in, believing it is love.

#INFP #poem #hurt #love

Heartbeat/s

Daylight. Sundrops. Thoughts of you. Non-stop. Dust bunnies hop. Ice-cream with jelly on top. One heartbeat per second. Hear your name - and now it’s two. Lightning. Windows pop. Walls fall down and roofs drop. Earth shakes, the sky sobs, The world became a corpse. Two heartbeats per second. Falling in your arms. To one it’ll drop.

#infp #lyrics

Knock

Sitting in the rain, behind your door. I knocked two times, you didn’t answer, Our eyes met, you smiled. I thought it was a sign, I came each day.

Should I knock again, or will that make you angry? Will you close the curtains, leaving me alone?

You lost your light, I saw you searching. So many people tried to sell you fakes, You let them in, you gave them your believing, Yet your place was getting darker with each day.

Should I knock again, or will that make you hate me? Will you close the curtains, leaving me without hope?

For all these year, I’ve learned to see in darkness, I can’t heal you, but I can be your guide. Please give me a chance, and I will shine.

Should I knock again?

#poem #infp #lyrics