“I want to give up my bearings, slip out of who I am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.”― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed The Christmas lights are fading, half-made-up trees on the verge of being completely disassembled and stored away in dark shelves and rooms until their time comes again. Festive smiles […]
She points far ahead and shows us where her family’s land ends. Or ended when she was a child. Today it’s all real estate, people battling to build houses, shops and skyscrapers because it’s a scenic place. But it won’t be when they’re done butchering it.
~ point of view: you’re walking with a friend who talks (and thinks) too much ~
“We can all create hope through action and be the light.”
When the world feels blue, my vision is cleaved by different timelines or interests that ease this loss of purpose. But too much heart often ends up numbing everything out — this world and its constructs, all these societal requirements, dreams, hopes, and love – love for what might be.
cherished firsts and fleeting scraps of thoughts;
these cold words – dear, are they
for bitter freedom do I hold when they soar away.
I sigh as I think about how many stories go unwritten while others are abandoned halfway.
They don’t tell you this but freedom has a scent of its own. It’s powerful and feels like closure in the form of a thick, warm blanket.
Tethered to homes, souls chained to courage, come soaring they, who call all brethren and walk strong with green pastures and blue skies in mind.
For when times seem bleak
And your mind turns into a cage,
Remember to forgive yourself
For being human.