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MEMORIES

My mother, whom I sometimes addresses as a woman who loves her plants more than her kids, always made it a point to store memories in whatever ways possible. Newspaper articles, old cooking recipe books, childhood photographs, random shoe boxes, phone covers,age old drawings, or whatever it maybe, it’s always safe in her custody.

‘Everything’, she said in her usual tireless voice, ‘has to be…

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“ -. and if you thought, just for a moment, if you were the only one left, would you weep tears of sorrow? or would spread your wings and set out to find the edge.”

[travellingmusicandme]

Life: An abusive relationship

In this life where life is a stage… I never get the revised script. I screw up not knowing the wrong I have committed and get kicked off the show.

Like an abusive relationship, I keep going back… Walking away never seems to be an option.

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Star Light, Star Bright, First Star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might,  Have this wish, I wish tonight.

Anonymous

As children, wishing on stars were an every night affair. As adults, wishing on stars, it’s become a secret affair. Don’t lie. We still do it. Somewhere deep within us, when we look up at the night sky, we look for brightest star, wishing, hoping, that it’ll be bright enough to make our wish come true. 

Sometimes, Stars are the only sign of Hope along a dark road.   

Don’t Lose Hope. Look up. Stars!  

[travellingmusicandme]

#8 Lunch Break

Let’s take a break from this. 

From the copying 

the scanning

being people we don’t want to be.

Let’s take a break from this. 

From the punching of holes

the cutting of shapes 

Trying to mold people into what they’re not. 

Let’s take a break from this.

From the penknives 

the staplers

stabbing and slashing on people’s weaknesses. 

Let’s take a break from all of this. 

No.

Let’s stop. All of this.  

[travellingmusicandme]

When you grow up, your heart dies.

Allison Reynolds AKA The Basket Case, The Breakfast Club 

If this is so. Why do we even bother? Just end it now. 

I believe this to be true. But I also believe that we continue to grow up, to prove this wrong. I believe that as we grow up, we constantly push ourselves to keep our hearts from dying. We keep on keeping on, to add oil to the fire in our hearts, to keep it burning till our last breath. Maybe that’s why we’re constantly tired as we grow older. We just refuse to let our heart die.  

Don’t let your heart die. Or, at least try. 

[travellingmusicandme]

#7 Zzzzz

Sleep is an escape From illness, Problems People... Talk about personal space. Sleep. Is that one space. Unless you let others in. Ruining the only sanctum you know. Sleep. Should be sacred. Sleep. Helps you run away.

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You're old enough to know now, my girl, that things don't just happen to us. Somewhere in us we agree to them. We let things happen, though, even those closest to us might think we're still fighting.

Helen Dunmore, The Tide Knot 

Wise words from a children's book. I was 12 when I first read this, now reading it for the second time, I’m 20. Back then, it was just a passing sentence that made the book undroppable. But now, I look at this, again and again and again; somewhere in me... I agree, I’m not taking the extra step because, I’m not good enough, I barely know what to do with This and... they’re right, this road might lead to nothing. I might regret this. 

BUT. If I went along with everybody else, if I took the path that made more sense and neglected this one. Won’t I regret it more? Constantly wondering what it would be like on the other side of the field. I need to, I want to, to do or at least try to do what everybody else thinks its impossible, to at least feel the grass on the other side with my own bare hands. But... Does that mean, taking the extra step now? Will I ever be ready for This?