misplaced

let’s find the place that once held these walls together.

Leaving behind the rubble that is misplaced, knowing that those pieces don’t belong here anymore.

Tears

Lost in the transition, I fell in the hole. Digging, I couldn’t get out; the further I went, the deeper it felt. Losing hope I saw no light, everything was just a big old mess, deeper I look the emptier it felt. Now I have this void, and I am searching for the fulfillment there. It was my reflection from the tears that lead me to where I am now.

Burning through time

Been through the pits and of hell and back. Don’t really have much to say. Seen enough to know that most of us are doing our best in making it another day. This void we feeling what is the root? Let’s go searching for it together or let’s get lost in the nonsense. Either or I’m down for both just know that whichever you we choose we’ll have to live with. Maybe it’s just a way of seeing a different side to this thing we call love or maybe it’s just another roadblock to end. Let’s just finish what we started before the world sees who we really are.

SELF+LOVE= ?

There comes a time in life when we need to learn how to forgive ourselves for not knowing any better. Everyone has an opinion on how they feel about certain things, everyone is doing their best in trying to make sense of what is happening in the world they live in. Some of us are here others are not, each holds true.

I find myself getting lost in the low vibrations that life has to offer, in therapy I heard this saying that goes something like this ” I often find myself in the bottom of the surface of the ocean needing to climb up to the top to interact with the world. At times I find some people that meet me at the bottom but that feeling feels unfamiliar. So I don’t know how to act when someone is willing to meet me where I am at.

I see a lot of injustice in the world, whether it’s the black lives matter movement or the humanitarian crisis in Yemen and or the pandemic sweeping the globe. I find myself asking myself where is the answer within all this noise that is happening, where do we find the clarity in everything happening? I see some moment’s throughout the day where people are existing but I ask myself another question is it existing or is it escaping?

Life isn’t a journey, it’s a story. How you tell your story is how others will define how you are. Even then who cares about how others view you live can either be shortlived and have an impact and or long-lived without even an imprint on how you managed to see come out of this world. Throughout life, people will be a mirrored image of who you are and what parts of you that need to be healed for you to grow.

Yes, life isn’t best lived when you only think about yourself but you are all you got in this world so make the best of who you are for yourself so that when the time comes in loving others, you would understand that the love you have for yourself is the love you have for others. THIS FOR ME HAS BEEN THE HARDEST PART.

Knowing yourself with any slight knowledge of empathy might have you feeling compassion for yourself and all your struggles, struggles don’t define who you are you overcoming them and making them part of the story is ultimately how you grow as a person. Trust in yourself to know that who you are is who you are. Don’t allow injustice in the world to control your viewpoint.

Every single soul on this planet is interconnected with the same source of energy that is controlling the world. As long as there is breathe there is life.

PLANTING


Isolated in the mind. Grow the thought. We were leaving behind only the memories. So we went looking to relive a moment and losing the traces of the footsteps that got us to where we are now. So we created different trails with steps that weren’t ours. Leaving us wondering what’s was the whole idea behind leaving in the first place.

Fuck the ignorance

Freedom
The search for freedom
Is it based on the color of the skin?
or is it more?

Is it based on our perception of the world?
Black, white, yellow, brown
All colors
That separate us
from being one

We say, “fuck the police”
I say, “fuck the ignorance”
To the small businesses out there,
investing all their money into the business being looted,
that had nothing to do with the bigger picture.
To all the troublemakers trying to cash in on a tragic situation

My question is,
What is freedom?
Because freedom isn’t free

poisonous seed

We sit and wait; we became distant in memory, so we grew. A poisonous seed the water-fed the seed washing it out the impurity, growing taller we fell, leaving us singing this song, roses are red, violets are blue, o how I miss you.

#NOTDEPRESSED

The walls seemed tight, so I lean gasping for air I see a bright light. Closing deeper, the smaller I feel. Allowing these thoughts that seem like rapid tides hitting the sand’s surface, I resurface back into the moment being free of any idea, so, until only one day, I drown again.