i thought that if things were different would it get any better?
i thought that if we change the people in our lives would it get any better?
if the people you encounter were actually the kinds you have always wanted to know. would it make a difference?
i need chances.
it’s for change, and i’m ready for changes.
You see, that’s the thing. When you think everything is getting better, its a trick. To trick you into believing everything will be okay. It’s not. Things get ‘okay’ because you learn to make room for them. But once those spaces are all taken, and those rooms you dug are full, they just overflow and drown you along with it. Things will never get better. Once you stepped in the realm of darkness, you’re in it for always. There’s no getting out.
الشفاء قد لا تأتي بسرعة، ولكن سوف يأتي.
“Healing may not come quickly, but it will come.”
(Source: stillllugly, via agrund)
I know damn well what I’m generally associated with.
Has it ever occured to you that some people are just better at hiding, better at pretending, better at convincing others.
But what I say doesn’t matter, does it. I don’t matter as I’m merely just another vase in the eyes of the crowd.
I’ve been away from writing for a little too long.
Words they don’t come out and they don’t form into sentences worth reading anymore.
Tonight I’ll mark the start of new writings to be written. And I hope it goes a little long(er) way than it last lasted.