Looking back is so human.
I've been trying to put together the pieces to build a reality.
Never realising there were no pieces to put together but fragments of lies that I was too scared to let go.
I've been trying to escape from what I've been holding onto for so long. Not realising I needed to stand still. And let it all let me go.
I'd forgotten that memories are bubbles of colourful moments that I chased with all that I had and let go with all that I chased.
All that I ever looked for was a fragment of memory, soothing to my benumbed soul, a shade in the sun.
And all I feared was being stuck among the pasts, waiting to be relived.
I was building walls of ache. Until I found people who saw right through them.
Since then my walls have been giving way to creepers of growth and I've been planting a forest of gratitude.
Amidst the forgotten, young, starry eyes stillness and wonder stricken smiles, I found grace again. I found my realities again.
I am deeply thankful for the beautiful people around me. I will forever be in awe of you; for you cradle my dreams in your arms and keep me warm. 🌻
Link in my profile / Chapter Nine from my book The Hypnosis Part 3 is now available on my website. You can also read parts one and two there. **All of my writings are 100% fictitious and strictly for entertainment**
What to do when you feel lost?
Feeling lost is pretty much to loose the direction of where you want to go. And I must say that is pretty easy to feel lost when you don’t feel like you have a purpose in life. So that’s tip number one, find your purpose. And if you can’t find it, create one. 🔮
link in bio for the complete blog post 💕 #purpose#purposedrivenlife#purposeful
E’ accaduto prima. Dopo.
Più vicino. Più lontano.
E’accaduto non a te.
Ti sei salvato perché eri il primo.
Ti sei salvato perché eri l’ultimo.
Perché da solo. Perché la gente.
Perché a sinistra. Perché a destra.
Perché la pioggia. Perché un’ombra.
Perché splendeva il sole.
Per fortuna là c’era un bosco.
Per fortuna non c’erano alberi.
Per fortuna una rotaia, un gancio, una trave, un freno,
un telaio, una curva, un millimetro, un secondo.
Per fortuna sull’acqua galleggiava un rasoio.
In seguito a, poiché, eppure, malgrado.
Che sarebbe accaduto se una mano, una gamba,
a un passo, a un pelo
da una coincidenza.
Dunque ci sei? Dritto dall’animo ancora socchiuso?
La rete aveva solo un buco, e tu proprio da lì? Non c’è fine al mio stupore, al mio tacerlo.
come mi batte forte il tuo cuore.