That Distance Might Be A Protective Barrier, Built Up Over Time Because Things Felt Too Overwhelming,
That distance might be a protective barrier, built up over time because things felt too overwhelming, too painful, or too complicated.
Maybe if they try noticing the little things—the way the air feels when they step outside or how the light looks through a window. These moments can help your friend reconnect with how they feel without needing to rush. It’s not about forcing yourself to 'fit in' or ‘be normal.’ It’s about acknowledging yourself and giving yourself permission to gradually re-enter the world at your own pace, without judgment.
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Rebel against something today. Not to feel cheesy, but maybe , just maybe , it’ll be the beginning of something you.
And no, this isn’t motivation. This is a battle note.
Am not hopeless, yes, but am remained with a hope that can sustain me only and nobody else. Am not even right to be near to for am a time bomb ticking and i don’t want to burst with anybody.
To stay alive is to decide to decide is to lose to lose is to gain to gain is to dance when what you have to casually do attacks and darling not many pursue life with such, guts
-lifepath
And I felt it— the weight that kept me in bed, a heavy stone on my back.
My mom had paid hefty fees for private school, but even that couldn’t make me smile— or, to say it right, help me understand myself.
Worse, my dad loved me, but even with what others yearned for, I was no happier than them.
So, in my bed, I realized— I had to find myself, to accept myself, to love myself first, before the other loves could truly reach me.
And maybe then, I could pursue the happiness I wanted. As hard as it might be, the stars had assured me— it was a hopeful gamble, maybe.
People will never look like flowers.
Death is all I want to test now. I have had a glimpse at everything possible. Death, can you find me please?
All the romance. All the dreams. All the love. we thought to give but never did, at some point fades away and we are left to settle with anything that works. In the end its only what we never wanted to become, to have, to reflect that we cheer with.
If you think I need love, read me instead and dare to accept what you have seen on the crappy pages. Cram me I yearn to be known by not the world but you, the one who think I deserve some love.
Some are young rocks, arrows, spears, barrettes and jackhammers cant penetrate throw them. Opposite, lies the intricates the roses of this world the fragiles. For people like these it needs not much, a word, a gaze or silence and everything is shuttered.
The life and the dream in Chicago.
I once heard stories that God saves the cursed, but in this case, I’m sure I am the cursed. And all I need now is His hand to lift this curse of life, this darkness, this weight that I carry alone.
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