Pages turning, lights are burning
See what you could not see
It's plain as the day
The night makes you pay
For what was hidden underneath
Longing to leave But begging to feel that
Something will make you stay
Gotta believe that this all leads
Somewhere we've never been
Tired of the guilt
Tired of being sorry
Well, haven't we suffered enough?
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The longer I stand here
The louder the silence
I know that you're gone but sometimes I swear I hear
Your voice when the wind blows
So I talk to the shadows
Hoping you might be listening
But I know that you can't hear me any more
- Skylar Grey
everything is broken ...
you can see in people faces ,
every single one of them .
but you see . . .
that's also how the light gets in .
so don't you give up .
Cause real Darkness, is something more
than just a lack of light.
"We had a dream that we would always be best friends."
- Ginger & Rosa
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.
" ... it was nice to be alone, a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the
sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape .When life offers you a dream
so far beyond any of your expectations...
... it’s not so unreasonable to grieve when it comes to an end...."
there is a place that i like to invite you all ,it will be my home from now on .
this is a new artistic community called 500px .
i am in here jyoujo on 500px.com
what if I fall and hurt myself would you know how to fix me?
what if I went and lost myself would you know where to find me?
if I forgot who I am, would you please remind me?
" In the world beyond the tale we turn the page and close the book,
and we resume our lives. A life that is, like any other, unlike any other "
Today i saw for the first time my favorite book on screen ,
"the perks of being a wallflower" .
my eyes are hard dry from too much crying ,
my cheeks are hurting and i guess it's from too much smiling ,
i don't know how can someone make such a beautiful
characters . I love you all .
I hope someday in my life i can meet them ,
i hope i can have a friend like Charlie ,
meet people like them .
i wish i can have the luck to share my life ,
and all the moments cause , right now ,
i feel infinite .
i want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with .
tell me why you love them , then tell me why they loved you .
tell me about a day in your life you didn't thought you'd live through.
I wanna know the first time you've felt uncomfortable in your own skin .
and if that day still haunt you beneath your bones .
do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow ?
and if you were to built a snowman , would you rip two branches from a tree
to built your snowman arms ? Or would you leave the snowman armless for
the sake of being harmless to the tree ? And if you would , would you notice
how much the tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms
to hug you everytime you kiss him on the cheek ?
do you kiss your friends on the cheek ? Do you sleep beside them when
they're sad, even if it makes your loves mad ? Do you think that anger is a
sincere emotion or just the timid of a fragile heart trying to beat away it's pain ?
I want you to tell me all the ways you've been unkind . Tell me all the ways
you've been cruel .I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving .
And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes . I wanna know if
you bleed sometimes through other people's wounds .