Very Hard Indeed.
very hard indeed.
Possessions
He told them to trust more in
Heavenly possessions as earthly
Ones fade away, though it's hard.
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Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.
Once, I was a fisherboy— happy with everything that happened.
It’s all behind me now. Everything that happens intimidates me.
Someday, I’ll reach the great lakes, become a fisherboy again, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to enjoy what time offers me.
Fisherboy
Maybe the only lesson life has for us is love for what we were, for what we are, and for what waits, even as we slip into whatever comes after.
This imaginary dream,
it remains a sacrosanct to me. Unassailable yet, unbearable.
However please, do not awake me.
Do not save me.
Let me die in my dream, Let me be buried in it.
For strangers will soon admire the blossoming roses besides my tombstone and in the end it would have meant something to even just dream.
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Read the lines and if you love all the words making up the sentences, know you have no escape. Read the lines, yourself. Avoid interpreters, historians too will do you no good for they are clung to the past and love has always survived in the present.
I am this. Now, you should know that I won't push you to a wall I haven't pushed myself to first.
I'd rather get there first, then wait, if you’ve got the guts to join me there.
I am this, understand— I don’t desire to be loved unconditionally unless I first love without conditions.
This is love, baby, and all it means is for us to be a little bit more fair to each other.
the decision is always ours
And if you think I need help , the only kind I deserve is to understand me. I have been misconceived thus misjudged for ages am yearning for that feel, the feel to be be guessed right.
Compiling Mirthday feels like walking through a forest of thoughts, deciding which trees to let grow and which to prune. This book is my heart in prose and poetry—a map of solitude’s hidden trails. SOLITUDE AND LONELINESS, TIME AND CHANGE, INDETITY AND EXPECTATIONS, THE ABSURDITY OF LIFE, MENTAL HEALTH AND SOCIETY EXPECTATIONS all loom in atleast all the pieces i have so far collected .
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