To everything I’ve ever lost:
Thank you for setting me free.
After a while, the constant presence of smarmy eyes of theirs were starting to become annoying for her.
She had a feeling, that from now, she have to pay attention to every single movement of hers.
To every single glimpse.
Everything seemed to be so so important back then, but in retrospective, and from other point of view, life was so unbelievably unimportant.
She finally got a question she wanted. He asked her what can he give her that she never ever got before.
“Stability.” – was her response.
“If you want to give me something, that I have never got from anyone else, please, do not give me mixed signals and miscellaneous feelings, because of which I am gonna be just insecure and nervous. I am tired of being insecure. If you want to be with me, you simply have to stay here by my side. All I need here is feeling stable.
“Listen carefully to what people are not saying, while analyzing your excessive analyzing in life.
Rather tell them how much they matter to you, not because they won’t be here one day, but because they are here now, with their present silence and their tacit deeds.”
“What defines a man is not food, however, but the appetite with which he consumes it”
People are different.
This quote from a piece of art called Walden just reminded me of their portrayal.
One person enjoys every single bite of the meal that they are eating…
…the other just quickly eats up the whole plate because they have to.
One side really enjoy every single second of their life, they value it because it is something precious, but the other one…they just want it to be quickly over.
Sad or true?
“Poetry is the last word of a human, in a situation, when nothing else can be done.”
This is my poetry.