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[nobody08]

I already left the restaurant—

no longer waiting

for a table or a menu.

I stayed long enough,

hoping there was a seat for me,

but I knew—

there’s no seat reserved for me here.

I could have waited longer,

but waiting for something

that isn’t mine

would only keep me starving

for something

that was never meant to feed me.

Sometimes,

staying feels heavier

than leaving the place

that’s no longer yours.

So I chose to go,

and maybe,

somewhere else,

there’s a table set just for me.

[stonerparty]

weedfeed

[nobody08]

I’m staying still but inside me there is something that is so mad about life sometimes.

Sometimes things are so unfair. People are so cold and things are making me angry.

Sometimes I wish I could dissappear for awhile and get back when everything makes sense again but I got folks to look after, can't do no faul.

Accepting responsibilities is a commitment to own one's life. Those who enjoy responsibility usually gets it but those who merely like exercising authority usually lose it...

[stonerparty]

[nobody08]

One foot stuck in sadness while the other foot is in the door way to happiness.

Part of me dance with the moon while the other drown in the darkness.

The one in the room who laughs the loudest, while the grief stings and pulls me backward.

I exist simultaneously happy and sad, and any given moment either one can take over. Don't try to pull me over, cause the one can't exist without the other.

[nobody08]

There was nothing more than I wanted than a genuine connection.

Friends I could trust- all I sought was to feel loved and wanted and to love in return.

Yet' as I drew closer, my heart yearned to disconnect...

Everything I thought I desired turned out to be the opposite I guess that is also something I need to endure for another character development?

[nobody08]

The last time my heart was this dark, I started picking up hobbies to fill the cracks after all I had to occupy myself to cope...

This time all I can do is sit here in my brokenness and wonder how much more I can possibly absolve..

[nobody08]

I am not blind, I notice literally everything.

I notice..

When people start treating me differently. When people tell lies thinking I won’t realize. When I'm not part of the plans. When some people act weird towards me. When I'm becoming an option. When I'm being used for someone else's gain. When the kindness isn’t genuine. When people don’t have my best interest at heart. When people don’t have good intentions.

I notice everything.

So don't mistake my silence for me being naive... because I’m not.

[nobody08]

A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower. You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth. It just is. You are unique because you were created that way. Look at little children in kindergarten. They’re all different without trying to be. As long as they’re unselfconsciously being themselves, they can’t help but shine. It’s only later, when children are taught to compete, to strive to be better than others, that their natural light becomes distorted. Let's break the loop chain..

[nobody08]

Me every night thinking, how can I make it.

[nobody08]

Time questions me everyday, how much strength do you have?

A bit more than what you can imagine is usually my reply but honestly I stay awake to see a few petals be unfolded and that I've yet to speculate my share..

Survived too many storms to be bothered by raindrops. It is true, we mature by damage and not by age...

[nobody08]

Everything was so quiet as if the silence was listening, there is a time for departure even when there is no certain place to go.

We are time. We are this space, this clearing opened by the traces of memory inside the connections between our neurons. We are memory. We are nostalgia. We are longing for a future that will not come. Always clinging to our kidhood obsessions, could be a posession, a triggering emotion, a scent or even a person.

They say we are what we do with time, funny isn't it we are what the time does with us? Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing and I wish to write more until I suffocate the maddening hunger.

[deviika]

Nizar Qabbani // Franz Kafka

[deviika]

Lee Krasner // Franz Kafka

[deviika]

Check this out

[nobody08]

It's all a staged program, first of all an assassin is trained to shoot and he/she will not miss the target no matter what and when you hire someone to assassinate such a hyped individual ofcourse you are supposed to hire the top notch shooter. The shooter missed the shot even though Trump was barely moving.

Secondly, the bullet should have pierced his ear but it did not, he just sat and put the blood to his ear so it looks like he was shot. A selfish prick like him would have eloped from the stage right after the incident, rather he chose to stand still and wave even though there could been a second bullet piercing his ugly skull.

Thirdly, what we live in 90s still? That the whole perimeter was not inspected before the arrival of the formal president? No security camera footage? No satellite footage?

It's all a political propaganda, so the majority becomes emotional about the attempted assassination and vote him out of sympathy.

[arkitiore]

Tumblr right now

[nobody08]

Political propaganda

[nobody08]

If I can endure for this minute, no matter that is happening to me. No matter how heavy my heart feels or how dark the moment mayb.

Maybe if I can remain calm and quiet with all the world crashing 'bout me. Secured in the knowledge of Lord, when everyone else is doubting me.

If I can only but keep on believing, what I know in my heart to be true, that darkness will fade with the sunray of morning and that this'll pass away, too.

Then, nothing else matters for as long as this knowledge remains. Whatever is happening, Lord is recording and hopefully one day he'll break all the chains and unplug my existence from here forever.

For I know that darkness is binding me tight and trying to fill me with fear and there is no night without dawning and I know that my morning is near...