Long Weekend

Happy Friday, to all of you. I hope it’s been a good start to your weekend.

Found myself taking naps a lot during the day, I felt like it was needed, and now here I am, making another late night addition to the blog. This has been such a wonderful Friday, a good one indeed.

As it’s Good Friday, I definitely wanted to spend some time reflecting, nurturing my mind and soul with mindful thinking and it’s very beneficial, in a lot of ways.

I feel so blessed to have my family and friends in my life, they are the most important people ever, when things change and we can see each other again, in a more consistent way, things will definitely improve for the better.

Mila. Xo

Inspiration In Drafts


Looked at old notes earlier, that I previously wrote and saved to my phone and it’s kind of bittersweet. It’s not very often that I do that, mainly because I end up missing certain people.

Nostalgia is tough sometimes, some memories leave a lasting impression on your mind. Whether that’s good or bad, I don’t know.

Better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. That’s something I was told a while back, and it’s very true, at least for me.

Although, I do wish I had been slightly more mature than I was years ago, maybe it would have changed how things turned out. The “what if” still haunts me to this day.

Earlier tonight, I found myself wanting to reach out to someone in particular, who I haven’t spoken to in about three years, and a part of me has always wanted that person back in my life.

They were one of my closest friends, we had a complicated connection from the start, but I’ve always been curious about how things would be now, if we had remained close, especially since we’re both older and wiser.

Perhaps, in the near future, we’ll be able to reconnect.

Time definitely heals a lot, but not everything, as much as we would like for that to be reality. I feel like I’m starting to lose my train of thought now, so maybe I should leave it at this for the moment.

Need to get some sleep, but I’ll be back with another post tomorrow afternoon or late evening. Tomorrow is Friday, so glad.

Have a wonderful rest of your Thursday.


Mila. Xo

Mediocre Tendencies

Creativity is both a blessing and a curse.

Well, I’m not completely good at writing. I love it with a passion, despite the competitive nature of the craft.

The freedom to openly express your train of thought, it is a wonderful part of the whole process. There are good days, blank days, sometimes you have no direction.

I’m not a perfect writer, nor do I claim to be. It’s complicated, like most hobbies and interests.

Being an introvert and poetic isn’t very helpful either. One day at a time, I’m hoping to appreciate my work more, and to worry less about everything.

Being a self-proclaimed perfectionist is a challenge. You won’t stop until you’re different from everyone else.

the art of mind

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I never thought my life would be so influenced by the internet, and it feels surreal talking about it, because I don’t consider myself an established blogger/writer as of yet. And to whoever does follow my blog, thank you for motivating me to continue. They say writing is like putting a flower garden together, you help it all grow into something beautiful and worthwhile. I would add a “read more” link but it’s nice to express simply because I enjoy it. Although, a bit of traffic is never a bad thing! Unless you’re a driver, (oops sorry). On another note, I really would love to hear what YOU think. Like for example; what makes a writer great? if anything, what does a good blog contain? I’m hoping to hear opinions, because yours will mean a lot. As a writer, I want to progress, I want to be relatable and be able to reach people in the sort of depth that really connects us. Do I want to be a full-time writer? Of course I do. Will I achieve that? I don’t know yet. Regardless of what life throws my way, I will always write for the sake of creativity and self-expression. It’s amazing how simple words can unite and guide us. I’m not sure where to end this, but perhaps it is eternal, metaphorically speaking.

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daydream madness

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Love; a sacred archive of past emotions, the morning sun to our gray beginnings
you were and you still are the object of my affection until oxygen ceases my brain
Continue reading “daydream madness”

ghost of your past

It began harmlessly enough, I never expected it to change my perspective of love,
but with all departures; will come sadness. Suddenly, you’re lost in the madness.

Had a charm for days, a smile that could make anyone’s stomach fill
with butterflies just from a simple look. It was muse at first glance
and as I look again on it, maybe it was meant to happen.

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You gave me this vibe – a sentimental yet swiftly cold aura, I knew in my heart I’d place you in the depths of my heart. As much as I like to deny it for all it is worth, you truly got me struck with 3 words. From the hello that shaped our moments, to the silent goodbye-
and the spiral of repetition cycles, this was true; regardless of what you think of us now.

”Pistanthrophobia; the fear of trusting

Drove me mad, but kept me happy. Made me cry, yet you’re the rays of sun on my face,
we made a mess of our time, something we’ll never get back, but I’ll treasure this
and it doesn’t matter if we don’t ever speak again, having you once was enough.
I am not your only love, neither would I expect it from a heart of such charm
although it does get to me, how I’m now the ghost of your past.

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Surely, it must have meant the world to you at some point,
or maybe it did not- since you didn’t love me at first chance.

I wish I could understand your reasons for letting go,
because it’d bring me well-needed peace.

I can only hold on to the memories we built-
and the ones we never had the chance to.

semi-conscious belonging

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Never truly had the balance, nor the patience
to really be in sync with reality’s harsh brutality.
I’ve always coated my blues with hues of nostalgia
and rose colored shade of happier times in tact.

I see relief when I stand in the pouring rain as it falls,
a sense of weightlessness when a melody strikes my ears,
it feels like I can’t be torn apart, almost like I’m indestructible.

it’s like a kiss of calm; something I rarely feel,
and sadness feels like a distant memory.

“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little,
love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life.
But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.”

Sylvia Plath.

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It’s never as lovely as the movies depict it, neither as pleasant as we’d like it all to be.
We rarely voice concern over the things that trouble us the most, but we ought to.

I would have appreciated more willingness to listen, regardless of understanding,
but it seems like I’ll never truly get that closure that everyone longs to gain,
from the moments of deep thought, which I am sure; we all have.

There are moments I gain strength from living in dark of my abilities,
but other times, all you feel is bitter blows of reality toppling your chest,
to the point where it really couldn’t get worse, even if you tried.

Life is a strange thing, in all sense of the word.

I’m rather fond of what surrounds me, but-
it does feel quite empty at times…

two years

tumblr_mcxc5zlQQN1rzanhwo1_1280.jpgIt’s been a struggle from the moment I acknowledged my addiction, my need to feel relief in the shape of scars that now seem like an old, faded memory of my darkest moments- and I’ve dealt with more emotions than a tissue full of tears, there’s never a moment when I’m truly on the path to happiness, if I’m honestly speaking on behalf of my broken spirit in general. As glad as I am to have escaped this unhealthy addiction, I also feel empty in comparison to most. I never destroyed myself for the sake of attention, or the common things people think of or associate with in terms of when others speak of self-destructive coping methods; such as self-harm etc. The moment I did it, I knew I’d be a long way from not doing it again, yet here I am, two years clean from the relief I thought I needed to bring upon myself. I thought I needed to inflict this on myself, as if struggles were a sin, as if feeling blue was a reason to hurt myself. I now realize that the pain I went through helped me become stronger, even though at times I feel like the weakest person alive. I also found clarity, after years of being stuck in a rut of darkness and endless misery. Stopping yourself from doing it, doesn’t stop your mind from thinking about it 24/7, it just means you have enough willpower to not let yourself fall like you did in the past. Whether it’s been a day, a week, a month, a year; the pain is still as raw and personal as it would be. It’s okay to have an off-day, but it’s always good to remember that you are more than your personal demons or addictions, you are a human being who deserves more from life; more happiness, more love, more life in yours in general. Don’t let your struggles define you, you’re worth more than you think. I’m probably a hypocrite for saying this, but I wouldn’t wish it on anyone to feel so low that you feel the need to hurt yourself. There are so many coping methods you could try; write your heart out, paint what you feel, just don’t think that you need to feel pain in order to cope. It’s the same with a lot of other things. So whether you’re depressed, dealing with anxiety, or even self-harm, remember that you are breathing for a reason, that all these obstacles are simply a test, you’ll get through it one way or another. I believe in you.

unrequited emotion

When love hurts; it’s the real kind. I found myself saying that,
as I bit my tongue and patiently waited for tears to stop falling down.
I’ll be okay, you said. stupid enough, but I fell for that lie.

Years down the line, here I am. I feel more broken than ever and it’s all because I can’t seem to let go of past memories that now haunt my soul like a skeleton in the closet.

As the days turn into months and then so forth, you start to feel empty inside, like nothing could hurt you more because it’s already too painful. I trusted you when you said I’d be okay, that it was okay to feel like this as long as I knew it was going to get better.
I now found it all to be a complete lie. I found it wasn’t better, no improvement in the slightest and I feel like a fool for thinking I could believe you after your departure.

I’m sure everyone’s thinking the same; poor girl, having a pity celebration for days.
although, it was far worse; it was the definition of ice-cold hatred towards self.

Sure, they both are pretty much the same thing, but I guess it depends…

I’ve found solace in written drafts, hidden notes all over the web.
personally, it’s a relief to pour my emotions out in peace like this.
I know, I’m not the greatest writer or artistic creation – I’m a mess.

Honestly, poems are a loophole, a sense of belonging and unconditional support, something that will never just stand up and walk out the door, or tell you it doesn’t love you anymore, unlike the people who walk in and out of your life as if your existence is fading. I write to free my soul of pain, to feel the weight fall off my shoulders, just to feel alive once again. I’m sure it means little or nothing to others, but without my creativity, I’d most likely not be here anymore and that’s just how that is. I feel it completes me, strengthens me and helps me rise from the ashes no matter how badly I burn in the fire of the moment and the pain of old tragedies. Nostalgia finds itself around me still though.

As I write this, I overthink the concept without intent, I censor my mind to sound less of a crazy person than I already think I am. I judge my every word before anyone gets a chance, I find myself writing all the things my mind is thinking. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, neither do I even know the difference. but regardless, here I am; as bare and brutally honest as a person will ever be, sharing a piece of me I’d usually keep to myself.

Writing in general helps me cope, it’s the one thing I turn to in times of pain.