“What a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.”

At times this thought makes me arid, if the vibe was mutual, why is this reminiscence one sided.

Don’t tell me to not daydream. That’s the only place where I live and don’t think.

What more is loneliness if not the longing to be understood? The longing to be understood by the self.

Look at us. Always choosing devastation followed enlightenment over spoon fed lessons.

Are disappointing patterns just patterns only? Or are they a mockery of your stupidity?

You hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.

Because I have seen a rare kind of peace in the eyes of loners. Because I have heard whispers of battles of the accompanied.

Transient emptiness over irreparable brokenness.

Falling for superficial costs depth its entire existence.

Is it a loss that is still present? Or a presence that seems to be lost?

How is it that the colors don’t seem colorful anymore? How is it that the child in me wants to live yet keeps dying more and more?

And maybe at the end, it’s not about the loss or victory but the moments in which, we put all the efforts into something.

Insincerity masked as maturity is toxicity.

Not all homes are meant to be lived in. Some are meant to be abandoned. Some burnt.

Being sad means being elite for sad can’t be those who struggle to make the two ends meet.

Empty boxes pleading empty boxes to fill them with peace and love.

It is downright mockery to talk to women of their enjoyment of the blessings of liberty while they are denied the use of the only means of securing them provided by this democratic-republican government: the ballot.

Count your blessings, not problems.

We do not need to be afraid, because God will change our hearts and give us the blessing reserved for those who allow Him to change them.

While it is always best to believe in one’s self, a little help from others can be a great blessing.

Bless you for your jealousy; it is a sign of empathy.

The New Year is truly a blessed time because it unifies us, All in celebration of life!

When Prayers go up, Blessings come down.

I’ve been really blessed to have a lot of romance in my life. It’s like my last luxury.