chapters of your story to be written

This is not exactly my typical post on here. Often enough, it’s about deeper things and my thoughts regarding them. As much as this is an emotionally involved piece of writing, it is of a wonderful kind. Continue reading

ramblings of a writer, part 2: music

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As promised, this is the second part to my ramblings of a writer post not long ago…

It’s ironic that I’m writing this blog post on the 19th, and speaking about the emotive effect songs can have on you; mainly since it’s been exactly 9 months since I lost my precious grandmother, and many can imagine; and know the magnitude of what loss can be. At times, it feels like rain on your parade, and other times, it’s another, different story.

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why a broken heart does not define you

 

 

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Photo credit: Alessandra Hechanova via Flickr.

 

 

Love is like buying a house; you invest time into something that will ultimately either fall apart or benefit your life immensely as the moments turn into cherished memories.

 

The odds of it being the idealistic scenario you imagined in your mind for years is a short branch on a grown tree.

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mind struck a nerve

I had this need to write out my feelings on here and I hope you don’t mind.

Well, my brain is at war with my heart, clearly, because nostalgia has crept into my thoughts again, it’s heavy and demanding. 

Right now it’s four in the morning, and perhaps the lonely hour is upon us, which reminds me of previous late night discussions between me and an old friend; someone who ultimately became a ghost in the shadows. 

The point of this post is, there isn’t one. 

I have no clue as to why I need to express myself in the middle of the night. 

Maybe it’s the longing to see your eyes the minute I wake up in the coming hours, or just the sense of knowing you’re present. To know everything will be fine in the end, that you’ll be here to cushion the impact.

To say that I miss you is an understatement. To say that I didn’t wish for a second chance to know you is greater.

But life can be a bitter lemon, and sometimes, it’s an apple you can sink your teeth into.

Be careful with your heart, but love as if you’ve never been hurt before. Follow your heart, dreams, instinct, gut feeling.

We only have this life; cherish every moment.

a poem for the soul

In life, it feels like the superficial reality of it poisons our system
I never understood what seemed wonderful about lying to yourself.

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