I feel like a ball of fire has been placed on my chest
Its weight suffocates my breath
As it burns right through me
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I feel like a ball of fire has been placed on my chest
Its weight suffocates my breath
As it burns right through me
I think i want to recede into myself for a while
You can't force yourself to stop liking someone, but you can tell yourself that you deserve better and try to move on.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of ~ Blaise Pascal
The heart is more treacherous than anything else and is desperate. Who can know it? - Jeremiah 17:9
I write, write and write
Ah but for who, what and why?
Ah unrequited love
Unrequited loves
Ah yes, for none have ended up as in the fairy tales...
I write, write and write
Am I a romantic?
I wonder
I had never thought myself to be so
I don’t think myself to be like those girls on film
I write, write and write
In all these words
my feelings are well hidden
For even if they are read,
for who remains unknown
I hurt in my heart and I just want to disconnect
Be patient, somebody will give you the world without you asking.
And that someone is not necessarily a romance. There are all kinds of soulmates.
I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live.
– Sylvia Plath
(a sunrise on mount Sinai, Egypt)
I feel this so much. I can't count the number of times when I would be the last person to say bye. I never want to miss a thing and don't want the good times to end
I want a love that puts me at ease
That doesn’t leave me agonizing over every little thing I might have done wrong
A love that lets me be me
Unknown
Flower Language
Tulips - perfect and deep love, ideal to give to someone who you have a deep, unconditional love for
Purple tulips - symbolize royalty
I want to turn a new leaf, a new page
No
I want to start writing on that blank page
Painting on that white canvas
I want to stop flipping through those empty pages expecting to find something different
I want to fill those pages
For me
I want to be ok to make mistakes on those pages
I want to accept the way I think and function
I no longer want to stunt myself
Relying on the excuse, ‘oh that’s just the way I am.’
I want to be comfortable in changing
Because growth is constant movement
And that growth is beautiful
And I am beautiful and magnificent
And I deserve more than I have been giving myself
And that is the only thing I should feel sorry for
I want to validate myself, everyday
Do something for myself everyday
Remember myself everyday
I want to feel ok to be alone with myself
(Because as much as that’s something I crave, it scares me)
I have so many empty notebooks on my shelves and in my drawers, I want to fill them up, every page
Not as a chore, something meaningful
For however long it takes
I want to learn to be patient with myself
I want to be unconditional with myself
Love myself unconditionally
Be my own best friend
(Cuz DAMN I am a pretty awesome friend)
I want to be that person that I keep searching for on the outside
The one that tells me, ‘I believe in you’, ‘I support you’, ‘I love you’
You can do this
I want to learn to wander and to dream again
I want to see all of it through to the very end
I want to be my everything
I no longer want to be tolerant of being tied down
I want to be truly happy
I don’t want to give up just because others around me have done so
If they see it as ‘foolish hope’ so be it
At least I will know for myself
And even if I have the same end
At least I can say it’s not because I didn’t try to prove it wrong
And I’m gonna have a hell of a time in doing it
Of course I want to keep all the important people of my life in mind in all of this too
Stay balanced
First of all find balance
As much as I want romantic love
I’m not ready for it
And I’m happy that it’s not something I have tying me down right now
Cuz’ I’m realizing, I’ve tried to lay down roots when I haven’t even learned to fly
I want to be an all around healthy person
I really want to pursue my writing
I think I have been scared because I’m worried that it will have an end, that it will dry up
But how can something have an ending that has never begun
I want to do things that are important to me
I want to find the things that are important to me
There is so much in me
And I want to embrace myself for it
I don’t want my life to revolve around someone else only
I want to be at the center
The calmest part of the storm is in the eye
I want to move forward from here
And I want that to be ok
Because it is ok
It’s more than ok
It’s the best thing ever
Running around in circles
I wish I could be happy running circles
But I’m not
I am an old soul connected to their inner child~
The place for you inside my heart is a space I never knew I had
Inside the warmth of your embrace I find a depth that sinks me down into a volcanic ocean
I feel this constant fight within myself. But a fight about what exactly, I'm not sure. I want to find that calm and peaceful place inside myself, where it's quiet and everything is much simpler than I make it out to be
By myself, laying outstretched on the side of a hill. In a grassy field dotted with orange Poppy's and little violet colored wildflowers. A blue sky with large white fluffy clouds moving briskly above me. With eyes closed you can hear the wind rustling the branches of the trees, and feel it drying my silent gentle tears. And stay there until the sun sets and turns the sky pink.
My mind is restless~