There was a girl who’s only desire was to save the world
Through desire and passion she was going to protect the innocent from the monsters that crept in the dark
She was going to take them in her arms and keep them where they could no longer be harmed
But alas her passion died
She was safe
She had no reason to leave the comfort of her life, to sacrifice for others
That girl who once burned with the want of helping others died
That girl was me.
Now I sit and empty shell, that lacks ambition and drive.
It’s sad to have known the girl who was going to save the world
She is gone.
I am what’s left.
Kind words are like honey - sweet to the soul and healthy for the body.
Is there a specific reason that you are still here?
You don’t have to search hard for lessons that quiet your suffering. Today, I found that understanding and perseverance comes from the strangest of places, that even those who have every right to turn away from the world are the first ones to care. You cut me down and left with some of my favorite parts of me, but I sat down and learned patience from a tree stump.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all…
when we were younger
we read books on how
to talk to ghosts
but now that we
all we have to do
is look into
each other’s eyes.
The initial crackle of the lit wick
The flames slowly build
Making the alluring sent of the wax grow stronger and stronger
The scent fills the air
The warmth of the fire seems to fill the room
The wax is burning quicker now, the fire grows
It dances, teasing the wall with waves of shadow and light
And then, it’s out.
One strong blow, and it’s gone.