rebuilt

Making peace with all that shattered all that broke beyond repair…yet knowing everything broken isn’t damaged!

Knowing the difference between possibilities and reality… yet understanding the beauty of timing!

Accepting the plan that you can’t see or alter…yet believing the familiar destination you know you would reach!

Knowing the limitation of existence…yet believing in the power of praying!

Knowing everything is a phase….Yet believing that love might alter but it shall prevail!

Understanding that sometimes extreme pain is the manifestation of love…yet knowing love fills you up with infinite happiness!

delusion

Delusion…

To see something that does not exist... To go closer to discover that the mirage was just the diminutive pleasure I thought I experienced..! It hurts more because I never fathomed that what’s in the head and what’s outside are two divergent realities… Conflicting and disconnected..!

Petty…

My frivolous existence and the trivial thought process not leading and not even misleading..! Getting caught up in the repetitive irony.. Looking for nothing and luckily finding just that.. no rules no philosophy no purpose no strive no struggle..!

Attention…

Need to be notice… recognition and just vile appreciation..! My want to disconnect from the world that’s conjoined. To severe ties with my own self, an alter ego that’s constantly around..!

Love…

A sad reality, where I find love is exactly where I find my distance. I try hard to ignore the absence of love the harder it gets to ignore the loved..

Random

Nothing seems to make any sense…
Love?
A lot like it?
Attention?
Betrayal?
Confusion!

“Shattered”
The whole process of connecting to people is a long process. a split a break a rapture and the thread beaks..
“Sinking feeling”
I think I am going down.. lower reducing to exist in a vacuum that’s free of any all stimulation.. I am standing alone.. Strikingly aware of my loneliness…completely conscious of what I have yet absolutely oblivious to belonging..
“A full circle”
Oh reaching back to where I began. Restarting my journey uphill to descend and fall back..! again again and again..
“Emancipation”
Bizarre how I broke away.. Liberation accompanying a sudden loss.. A loss way too insignificant yet consequential…I could not protest.. I was not allowed to cry..!
“Futility”
It took me by full force… How immaterial it was yet I had gathered my minuscule little passion from it..!