Hold On, My Love, And I Will Hold Onto You - N.l

When silence speaks power more than words can, I prefer to stay on my own.

-t.f.s.

Mind.

Fulfill a destiny

in your hands,

there is no end

there is only death.

-t.f.s.

“Don’t confuse your path with your destination. Just because it’s stormy now doesn’t mean you aren’t headed for sunshine.”

— Unknown

every time i make this world a little more bearable for those i love, my heart grows. every time they smile because of me,

laugh at me or with me,

tell me about their day,

cry to me about their deepest sorrows,

or tell me they love me, i remember.

to offer comfort, my heart beats on.

no matter what untold horrors the world and my own mind conspire to test me with next, that will not change.

this will not change my heart. (x)

Nature!♡

"Spring"

I meet a girl.

Her hair, it flowed behind her ears like trees on a windy summer day.

Her lips, they were like smooth like silk to the tip with a touch of cherry.

Her skin was as clear and as venerable as the clouds.

But...

Her eyes..

They symbolized the ocean.

You only saw the beautiful surface, the crashing waves and the enchanting blue tent....

...but underneath was a deep and dangerous pool of fear and pain but worst of all...lonelyness..

No one, not even herself dared to dive down into that pool...

-anonymous

That's wow.

Hopefully -

In seven years I’ll be a different person,

And in my stride

I seem to find

That belief an assertion.

It’s not as if I’m struggling,

To find out who I am.

It’s just that thought of deep unrest is bubbling,

To the surface,

Again.

To be alone cathartic,

Apart from life

A part of life.

To regain my composure,

To ensure I find closure.

There are meanings to these thoughts

These thoughts I feel and hold.

There’s times upon the horizon,

Still yet to be told.

There’s loss upon my path, to radiant perfection.

Wether it be at my hands or through times of inflection.

It’s impossible to feel loss,

Without once having had.

So that’s will be my goal,

A story yet untold.

I’ll collect many more memories, and experiences.

And have myself,

To mould.

— ;

We live in a twisted world

As we dance before

a broken glass and a murder.

— shattered , but we speak truth.