Not thinking how easy it is to lose all that destiny
has given us; the happiness so easy to demolish
with our own hands, and then trying to pick up the
fragments. We operate more safely and more… stupid.
Separation did not bring pleasure. Did we not lose
our sense, and calm, while making ourselves sick?
It is easy to advise others. It is easy to judge someone
else’s life. Coolness covers the fog, but what about our
own lives, it was cold too and ignored… You can’t just
walk in and not accept who I am and expect me to bow.
You made me so sad. So I ran!
Blue Roses are said to symbolize the unattainable
or the impossible, yet blue is one of the rarest colors
found in nature. So by blooming it says “I’m possible.”
A Person’s Vibes Never Lie,
Despite Their Tongue.
Photo of Sita, the Hindu goddess that denotes good sign, good fortune, prosperity, success, and happiness. She is esteemed as the paragon of spousal and feminine virtues for all women.
Ironic how the memories you most cherish
before any sort of crash in life can become
your worst enemies afterwards. The thoughts
you love to think about, now killing you with
their whispers; the ideas and dreams you want
to hold up to the light like a prism so they would
shine brilliantly in all directions, now blinds you –
it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them all in
a tiny box, far from your heart & throw away the key.
It’s certainly not an act of bitterness or being
ungrateful but an act of self-preservation. The hazy
view from behind the dirty window panes is not
always so bad. To look out at life slightly blurred &
calm instead is sometimes more peaceful, isn’t it?