sans⋆͛♡⋆

“with love, always” °. •. 。

[theclicheafterthought]

Compromise-

The notion of love varies for different people

To some, it’s where home is, where they can grey, feel safe, and secure

To others it’s where adrenaline rushes in them constantly, they like the adventure and being pushed into challenges

And to me, it has always been and will always be a compromise.

It’s silly but thinking about it you’ll realize that ‘love’ starts as a compromise.

Be it a thought, a person, a possession

You only accept what you think you deserve and what is right in front of you,

Yes love for one can evolve into something more permanent but it’ll always have started as a compromise

-sans<3

[theclicheafterthought]

𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟖𝟐𝟏

May the clouds remind us of people as they come and go and change their forms but yet retain their truth,

May the heights of the ocean waves remind us of the highs and lows of life, sometimes we feel serene other time we feel apoplectic but it is nature, and it is right to accept our emotions,

May the flowers remind us the salience of rain for progress in life,

May the sun remind you that being alone is not all bad,

And I pray, you trust that all will end well if only you persevere

[theclicheafterthought]

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞-

And then it hit me again,

A hollow space within me as the world shrunk

The sky above crashes down on the ground as I hold my breath,

Oceans drain, the earth shakes and I’m in the depths of my despair,

The feeling of failure

The feeling of defeat

The feeling of being on the verge of giving up

Sudden but slow I regain consciousness,

I’m halfway there and there’s a certain almost,

An almost to make it,

Lighting strikes and thunder roars as I climb out of my comfort zone,

Pouring rain cleanses me and rids me of my fears,

As I reach the top, the sun shines, confirming my success

I may have been a failure,

Now I emerge successful

[theclicheafterthought]

𝟐𝟏𝟎𝟖𝟐𝟏

There is beauty in everything, even in pain, even in incomplete stories, even in change there resides an inarticulate beauty,

But more than the beauty the evolution of you through the situation stands out the most,

Because in the end, that’s what matters, how you’ve become a better you

-Sans<3

[theclicheafterthought]

𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞-

And the end was ever so ironic because she never meant to love him like that,

Her love for him was

Pure

True

And most importantly everlasting

And the end was ever so ironic because he never meant to leave,

Or perhaps he did but she would never know because for her he was always right,

For her, he was always home

-sans<3

[theclicheafterthought]

Sweet Imperfections-

My dear do not look at the mirror in vain,

The face you see is alluring,

The body you see is perfect in its own way,

Your scars are tattoos that portray your strength and valor,

The stretch marks you see look like pink tiger stripes,

Your freckles are ever so endearing,

The features you see is idiosyncratic and unrivaled,

Your smile is pure and contagious,

Dare you frown at the mirror again,

Dare you doubt your worth again,

You are iridescent, You truly are

You are imperfect but that’s what makes you so exquisitely unique

-sans<3

[theclicheafterthought]

Them&You

They see the irresponsible,lazy and impetuous you,

They criticise your smile for its too sweet,

They shame your body for its too imperfect,

They blame you completely for she’s a failure,

But they don’t see you fading,

They don’t see you missing meals,

They don’t see you insomniac and tired,

They don’t see you struggling ,

They refuse to see you changing,

They refuse to see you trying,

You cry alone,

You lie saying your fine,

You wish you'd die,

But deep down you still search for a better life

-sans<3

[theclicheafterthought]

Shadow Friend

It’s ironic how we often associate shadows with negativity and fears,

Yet when everyone else leaves, we secretly dance alone with our shadows in the dark,

We find a rare, inarticulate comfort when with our shadows,

For we know that our shadow will always stay

We can’t see,hear or feel them,

yet their presence never fails to calm to storm within us,

They follow and grow with us

Shadows; our reflections, our friend, our comfort

-sans<3

[theclicheafterthought]

Ghost Boy-

Yes, the stars were jealous

For his eyes shined brighter,

Under the sky lit by stars,

We huddled close together,

We held hands, fingers interlocked,

His skin ghostly white, His touch ice cold,

“You promised, you'll never leave me,” I whispered,

He strained a weak smile as his vanished into thin air,

His cold touch still lingered as hot tears rolled down my cheeks,

I looked back up at the wide sky,

I felt so small, so vulnerable, so defeated,

I lost him forever, I lost a part of me forever

But soulmates don’t die, do they?

They patiently wait, until the next time they meet again

Therefore I shall wait,

Every fibre of me shall wait for us to meet again

So until our next life ghost boy,

P.s I love you forever, forever

-sans<3

[theclicheafterthought]

Phobias-

It was almost as if she were an anachronism in the modern world, for she was naive to still have believed in true love and all being good.

She knew how love felt, she knew how to keep promises,

What she did not know was the evil that resided around the world,

Such a world where the greatest phobias are founded,

Pistanthrophobia;people trust strangers more than their family of the same flesh and blood,

Philophobia;we fear falling in love, we fear not being loved back, we fear being unable to experience redamancy

Atelophobia; we face constant comparisons and are attacked for our imperfections

Anthrophobia;anxiety to communicate with people and exist in society

Love was to make one feel cherished but rather it makes one insecure,

Money was a mere item used for exchange of goods but now it controls mankind,

Social status is considered more salient than one’s own self acceptance,

Such a world where one has to think multiple times before helping another,

Such a world where it is hard to live but not hard to merely exist

To live, we must whelve our phobias

To not be an eccedentesiast,we shan’t fake our smiles to hide pain,

To be alive,we must allow ourselves to be vulnerable to feeling raw emotions

We must allow ourselves to hurt in order to heal, learn and grow

-sans<3