There is the sun and rain always. What are you going to be in the world? What am I going to be? Continue reading “Twenty One: Rainbows”
I’ve been meaning to write this post all day. Rainbows. It can be split into 3, but for only one of them. Rainbows actually makes sense to follow on from my previous post – stars. Although I like the feel of rain, I hate the grey sky that comes along with it. When it’s a blue sky, it’s happier. A grey sky just dampens the entire day. Without the rain though, you could never have the rainbow. Continue reading “TWENTY: Rainbows”
What do you want me to say to you? Only you can talk to yourself. Which I guess you’re doing right now. I know you’re stuck. I don’t know what to say. I see the 2 options so clearly. Use more. Don’t use more. Use more and you don’t know where it leads. Continue reading “Letter to myself: 8th September ’17”
Some nights you sit outside, be it on the patio, reclining in a hammock, up in a tree, or lying on the grass on the mountainside. You look upwards. At the ink black sky. Filled with flickering lights. That light up the night. Make it look like a bright fairy tale world. In some places the stars seem closer than in others. Some nights there are storm clouds covering the sky. Continue reading “NINETEEN: Stars”
Sometimes walking along the path of life, it just seems so impossible. It helps to remember that we’re almost there.
I thought of this earlier when the world was looking a little brighter – metaphorically – than it is now. I asked S for a reason. She said thunderstorms. I was like, oh yeah, I was thinking about writing about rain earlier. Except that, whilst earlier rain seemed like a reason to live, now, it doesn’t. It can still do though.
Seventeen. Rain. Continue reading “SEVENTEEN: Rain”
This reason needs no elaborating on. I mean, come on, nail varnish. You all must know just how much of a reason that is. Like, you can put on sparkly black, or pale pink, deep blue, or shimmery yellow. Nail varnish. Reason sixteen.
It’s okay. I promise you, it’s okay. I know you’ve used too much. I know you want to use more. I know you began burning. I know you want to really burn. I know you consider yourself a coward for not going through with it. I know. Continue reading “Letter to myself: 4th September ’17”
I was looking out of my bedroom window after writing something pretty depressing. When I saw this squirrel perched on a piece of wood, eating – eating something or another
Colours. Imagine a world without colour.
I’m stuck for words. I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know what you should do.
I don’t know about you, but I love buying things for other people. Or making things for other people. It doesn’t have to cost a lot of money, it’s the thought that counts. I love showing others that I care about them. I usually forget to give them what I bought, although they usually know there’s something I have for them. Though sometimes I remember. As I said, it’s the thought that counts. And yeah, I think that’s a reason to live. Continue reading “THIRTEEN: Gift giving”
We underestimate the power we hold in our hands. I underestimate the power I hold in my hands. Have I ever thought about a smile. The difference that a smile makes in the world. There are so many anecdotes that you come across when people share how they were planning their end, when someone smiled at them, and they decided to try just for another day, and are here to tell the tale? That’s the power we hold in our hands. Continue reading “TWELVE: Your smile”
This post is dedicated to Angel and Ash. I’m writing it for them….
How many images can you find that say exactly the same thing?
This, too, shall pass.
Whenever I live with anything, I think it lasts forever. I think it will last forever. I think it’s eternal. Which, no, it isn’t. Nothing ever stays. Nothing extremely intense can ever last, it has to change.