What does it mean?
Barely just a small five letter word I suppose,
But well, it makes all the difference in the world.
"Do you trust me enough?" They always ask.
But it's a question I'm always hesitant about.
Or maybe usually dread
Maybe not a soul in this world do I really trust anymore
Except for me, myself, and I.
Just me, myself and I
Why should you trust?
When all they do is shatter those walls you try to build higher and higher,
Everytime making sure they crash harder.
Well let's not blame them.
We are all human, so we all talk,
Talk about each other,
Hurt one another.
Gossip, rumors, lies, backstabbers, friends too soon turn to mortal enemies.
So maybe no, I don't trust,
But the scary thing is,
Can I even trust myself?
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Me as a pink fluff to a wedding (#ICCAntLOUISthoutyou
💕) and carrying a fluffy fringe bag, too. The venue was in Tagaytay and I dared to go without a jacket, hoping I'd survive in thicker than usual tops and long-sleeved (also fluffy) shirts.
I did. Also, wearing a sweater to the nuptials was the best idea. You can bet my skinny lamigin frame didn't even shiver in the slightest bit. 😉
being able to follow my intuition has the advantage of guiding me towards the right people, the right deals and away from negative entities. with proper practice and attentiveness, being an empath has put me in the right rooms and allowed me to do more as a creative than i ever did when i wasn’t aware of this ability.
How do you walk away? How do you step out of your body and float away, run away? How do you take a break from feeling so finite and so easily used up?
I want to know. I want the universe to open up to me, share this secret with me. Selfish that I am, I evidently wouldn’t tell a soul. I would keep it to myself, lock the secret up in my chest and crush the key with my teeth. Swallow down its remains.
I want to know. How to be infinite, how to be enough. For myself, for others. Plenty of my mind to go around, plenty of my spirit to flee to the skies, travelling by night to the lost corners of the world.
I want to know. How to stay awake and not miss a thing. I don’t want to close my eyes for another second because that second transforms itself into an eternity. The immortality of a moment where I gaze into the distance, thinking, over-contemplating, wondering if I could ever live better than this.
I want to know.
How to live without limit.
Writer:- | Asmita Bhuva |
IG :- (@ash_bhuva
So saddened by the terrible news of the passing of Sean Michael Dolan. We were so fortunate to have been able to meet this amazing man when he came to visit our school to discuss his children’s book, The Boy with the Sketchbook. As an inspiring writer myself, he sat with me after his presentation, discussed his writing process, shared his poetry thoughts, gave me advice on publishing and gifted me with a copy of his poetry book. He talked about his family and how proud he was of them. He was so kind, genuine and seemed like such an overall wonderful man. I am so thankful I had the time to meet him and so sorry for his passing. I pray for his family to find the strength during what I am sure is an extremely painful time. I will continue to feel blessed that I was fortunate enough to be able to meet him and treasure the words we shared. Rest in peace. #writersofinstagram #poetry #poetic #poetrycommunity #authorsofinstagram #words #author #restinpeace #poetrylovers #cancersucks
It’s a bit of rank day, writing wise, I have successfully avoided my computer because I don’t want to write the next couple of chapters. I want to just skip ahead to the funny stuff but it’s not my process.
It’s nearly time for my weekly ladies lunch so if anyone can guilt me into getting back to work it’s those two 😂.
I have a special tattoo planned for tomorrow to coincide with an anniversary. A small tribute to a big character.
Keep pushing forward I guess...
Nine days to go 😫
you are a creation
of your own limitation
it's all in your hands
💖🤸🏻♀️ ©AnjaRohloff, 2019
“i can protect you too, you know?”
“yeah, i don’t doubt that.
you keep my heart safe in your hands.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀