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oh… how long has it been?

…how long has it been since I truly opened up about how I truly feel?

too damn long but I do not regret it one bit. the moment I stopped, I realized it was what I needed. which is weird, right? you’d think opening up about how you truly feel would be a good thing, in most cases-yes… but sometimes… just sometimes, silence is golden.

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Who Is In Control?

A tiny pull

A mighty shove

Stagehand dressed in darkness

Still, you’re not in control

Oh puppet, puppet

You’re hanging on the strings

Like your involuntary lifeline

Let’s count the knots, not the stars

You’re trapped in this hopeless mess

Entangled in this spider web

Why don’t you smile?

Why don’t we laugh?

Why don’t we live?

Why don’t you die?

Someone else writing your story

Changing romance to tragedy

It’s your little masquerade

Clinging to your useless choices

But it’s not you

So who is in control?

scribblersobia

That night she held him tight in her arms and looked into his deep drunken eyes. Every part of their body was melting. She could hear his heartbeat and he was admiring her pink cheeks. They kissed each other with passion and their fingers continued to explore each other. She kissed every inch of his body and he kissed her forehead. That night was as passionate as their love. Their eyes met and their universe collided, they felt connected like they are two bodies and one soul. That’s called love, love so pure that cannot be defined in words.

- @scribblersobia

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And I found my little piece of the world, where I could be alone. Where I wasn’t carrying anyone else’s fear but my own.

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Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

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To heal a wound you need to stop touching it

unknown

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How much poorer life would be if we only had thoughts…but not feelings.

Bruce Adler

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Your soul has fallen to bits and pieces. Good. Rearrange them to suit yourself.

Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

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There’s a world of difference between centering yourself and being self centered.

Bruce Adler

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destined to destruction

Negative energy is a constant source from which the manifestation of pure failure to a normal life consists of. The energy engulfs me as I rapidly climb the ranks amongst generals most feared. Silently striking any chance of wrong doings as a vampire stalks its food. I feed from the thrill of uncertainty and I lust for the quantity inspired by greed. Never can I escape the grasps of death as it lures me near with each second. Persistently seducing me, replacing the fear of uncertainty with vindictive pleasure until I give in to the moment of inevitable doom. The last of conscious life is vivid, nearing the departure from body. The harder I try, the Greater I fall. The Greater I fall the more loved ones are lost. Why must I lose the only things I feel as though life is lived for. My perception of life is greatly impacted by arrivals and departures. Why must departures be the painful reminder of what is thought to be happiness and perception of what life is lived for. Why must the negativity be the positive influential source for what is right, when I see everything wrong with how that thought could ever be right.

Am I really what people perceive me to be and am I really what people say I am? I'd like to know i'm not. But if the ones telling you they love you and you believe their love for you is real without a question in your mind. Then does that mean what horrible things they say you are must truly be you without a doubt in your mind as well based on the fact that loved ones see things in you that you cannot see your self.

Haunted by the negative as it chills through my soul and screams through out my skin. I silently cry to the numb pain as tears form rivers along the crevice of my eyes. Much negative things attack in hordes raping you from what you never even knew you had left. Leaving you with the feeling of pure emptiness from losing more than you have ever thought possible to lose. Losing more than you ever even had to give in the first place. Losing all grasps of anything you have ever loved in your lifetime. Nothing to keep you from falling into a new paradigm so scary that it forces you to stay up while being dragged down and attacked from above. Only because you don't want to imagine how much more it can hurt the further down you go while living the worst hurt you can define hurt to be already.

Death has its grips on me but i will not allow me to allow death the satisfaction of easing my life into its reach again.

I maybe destined to destruction but all it takes is a little chance of hope and a small belief in faith. In time the reconstruction will leave the scars forgotten creating new openings to opportunities that redefine the joys of what happiness can be. So to all that hate on me go ahead and be consumed with your thoughts of negativity because by the time it reaches out to me i will have absorbed it all in me, positively.

• writer: ray t. (this was written by my friend in 2016 & it hit me like a ton of bricks)

#writing #selfdestruct #life

here comes the renewal the time of refining, rejuvenating & realizations of things we may have been blinded to during the hustle & bustle of the year. in autumn, we shall flourish… as the cold corners us in our thoughts.

Stellarrrose

#yourstruly