Broken lines, across my mirror
Show my face, all red and bruised
And though I screamed and I screamed,well ..
No one came running
No I wasn't saved, I wasn't safe from you
I don't know how
But there are some things
That you just have to do
If not for yourself
Then for someone else
♡ you turned me into someone loved ♡
sometimes , we see something so beautiful
that we have to stop and wonder how
this come into someone's mind to create it
in the first place .
- yoshi .
Do you think there's such a thing as a box of lost illusions ,
or a place to all the people we miss or lost in our lives ?
A cemetery inside us all that we keep them in ,
cause why would we ever want to let them go .
and what if there's nothing in it ?
Some people live in their own world ,
and sometimes you see someone trying to get in ,
other times , you see the same person trying to get out .
I don't think people understand that ,
although most of us just want someone
that wants to see what's inside .
Most of the time ,
we are more afraid to let what's on the inside
going outside .
So precious in our unique way ,
we preserve and glorify
and we won't ever let this world corrupt us all .
and we may never . . .
Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded
Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing.
It's time we all reach out for something new,
That means you too
I never meant to cause you any sorrow.
I never meant to cause you any pain.
I only wanted to be some kind of friend.
I only wanted to one time see you laughing.
I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain.
Baby I could never steal you from another.
" ... baker baker baking a cake
make me a day
make me whole again
what's in your cake this time
baker baker can you explain
he tells me i pushed him away
that my heart's been hard to find
and i wonder how mine could taste
maybe we could change his mind
you came to make sure that i'm not running
well i ran from him in all kinds of ways
guess it was his turn this time
thought i'd make friends with time
thought we'd be flying
maybe not this time ...
baker baker i wonder if he's O.k.
if you see him say hi . . . "
i only want to be close to you
in the way that two branches are
passing the days ,
complete and soothed next to each other.
that is the fear
that comes from losing you.
that is the fear
of forgetting what light is like
when you close your eyes .
this is my little preview of what's inside of my unlivable universe .
"tumblriversal" - tumblr's page
"the electricity of the first slip into
the coat of a new lover-
the smell ,the heaviness,
the metaphors that " am wearing part of him"
i think of how many boxes i would have
to tug to you if ever your things couldn't feel
like mine anymore .
you keep me warm even when you are not here.
i have filled the pockets with my own things,
they have pick up my scent
they have memories of me . "
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
- Mary Oliver, Thirst
Someone I loved gave it to me. The darkness was actually disillusionment,
disappointment, and despair. The box was full of meanness, lies, and deceit.
The first thing I did with this box was glorify it. I gave it pride of place in
my emotional world. I let it consume my thoughts, my heart, and my
mind. Every so often, when I was feeling at my most vulnerable, I opened
it up and peered into the darkness, where I would wail and cry in despair,
pitying myself for being dealt such a dark and horrible blow.
Time passed, and I found myself opening the dark box less often.
Sometimes, I was just too busy with other things to spend the time I knew the
darkness required. Other times, I simply didn’t have the energy to
deal with all those dark emotions. Eventually, I was just bored with the
dark box and it’s perpetual whining.
Then came the day that my thoughts drifted toward the darkness, and I
realized the dark box was no longer there. For a few frenzied moments,
my mind searched for it, but I simply could not conjure it up. A deep sigh of
relief welled within me, and I knew the darkness was gone for good. In
it’s place was a very quiet sense of understanding. peace, and
forgiveness, a sensation that I had never before known, but one I wanted
very much to store up and treasure.
At one time or another, life will hand each one of us a box full of
darkness. It’s important to keep that box around for a while – but not for
too long. Buried deep inside this box is a wealth of insight, compassion, and
self-awareness. When you dig deeply enough to reach this layer,
you’ve found the real buried treasure – the true gift that’s hidden in the darkness.