Every day I wake up and I think about all the things I want to do in life. All these things I hold passions for, all these things that push me through each day–onward I march with this inspiration!
The desire to create all that I want for my life can frustrate me. It hurts wanting so much, but not knowing that what I want will manifest. Yet I persevere.
With every step I take towards my goals, I take on every challenge with my fiery blaze of a heart, and I know at least one thing:
Nothing is impossible.
It beats for me to live.
Yet, it slays me.
It has a mind of its own, I'm sure.
I try staying strong.
But my heart makes me cry anyway.
I try getting over things.
Forgetting. Moving on.
But my heart won't let go.
I try focusing on myself.
But my heart cares for others.
I try to ignore problems.
To eliminate stress.
But my heart is sympathetic.
I should listen to my heart.
Within lies a voice.
A greater power.
My heart beats for me to live.
And, I've found,
It beats for others, too.
Every time I struggle to the surface, gasping for air, another wave comes crashing over my head, plunging me back below the surface, lungs screaming for the oxygen that isn’t coming.
My heart’s not asleep
Taken- the time to feel deep. Pain or love, my heart's not asleep.
Given- the time to care. Someone out there needs a listening ear
Received- more than I can say. God has blessed me in every way.
and really, really sad.
because i don't want to be a coward,
but i don't know if you
actually want to be friends
i mean, you said you did
but that was a month ago
my heart is terrified.
I feel all alone. I laugh, but am not happy. I suppress the racing heart, in fear of losing control. My heart looks for someone, a friend, a soulmate. Why is this heart so complicated? It wants something, also at the same time it does not want it.
antsy~ but need to just wait—
then again- will need more action
before time runs out
samedi, 12 octobre, 2019.
I feel the doors of the secret garden unlock; all the greenery softly glistening in the pallid sunlight, their songs of joy being sung by the sweet perfume that permeates the mind and body. I am rejuvenated.
My mid-term exam starts in five days,
So I’m supposed to be studying,
but my heart pulls me away,
literally lying that I’m all ready.
In two days, autumn break ends,
my holiday homework stays incomplete,
yet my heart ideally pretends,
that everything will flow neat&sweet.
There’s work assigned to me,
that should be done without amiss,
but my favourite cartoon is playing on TV,
So foolish heart tells ‘why should you miss?’
My heart is in orderly chaos,
I want one, but I want the other too.
It’s presently in pukka pathos,
Now I don’t know what to do.
Playland of Change
I'm listening to James Taylor. His music helps me feel philosophical.
At the same time, I count my many blessings. My heart is grateful.
I feel lonely knowing the future exits.
We all know the future is a playland of change.