If you're not careful, you will identify yourself through the eyes of those who don't see you how you see yourself. This is the importance of self love, the path to knowing yourself so deeply that it's almost laughable when someones tries to tell you who you are or who yoh should be.
We hold on too long to peoples words. The thing is, people talk a lot of shit. More often than not they haven't the slightest clue on who they are, they'll speak in sentences to fill the void, but will have no real understanding about Writing any chapters.
I enjoy the wild things, Call me at 3 am and tell me you're waiting at my door. Give me sunsets in different cities and road trips on dirt tracks not sighted on maps. Whiskey for breakfast & cheap thrills for dinner. Give me happiness in a smile and nothing of certainty but the way we make eachother feel. There so much life in living while you're alive & id give absolutely anything to have it all with you.
You'll spend a long portion of your life fighting off evil, if you are consumed by its toxins. One cannot win with the same tactics of the opponent, spend the time running toward your soul on an internal seek, an inner peace that accepts there is pain, there is tragedy, there is misfortune in this world but there is also power to turn these great adversities into the kind of light that ripples a postive effect amongst millions.
We cheated fate like destiny had no say. But here we are again, meeting in the same way.
I like the open minded, the old souls, lived through, the almost worn out warriors who walk this earth. They have stories that interest me, i couldn't care less for this modern era of rushing so fast with nowhere to go. Give me depth and meaning and a life worth writing about, and i'll prop a pillow and call it an arvo.
I'm all about the little moments, don't get me wrong the big life changing moments will never be outnumbered - those are the experiences we name chapter after, but for me, its the little moments that i write entire stories about.
I will build queendoms out of wreckages, and navigate through the chaos with nothing but the certainty of my inner voice. I've often found when one chapter closes another will open, no matter how long the final pages seem.
I’ll gift you with feelings you didn’t know where there, that’s the pleasure of crossing paths with a mystic.
And i finally let go, It was the beginning for me And the end for you.
You're now just an unopened loved letter that started off as fate, just another fucking story with no beginning or end date.
We are timeless but you don't own a watch.
If our love isn't written in the stars, Why the very moment we truly locked eyes for the first time does one fly straight by. There's something to be said about twinsouls and meeting eye to eye, the soul ignites its fire for the very first time.
Maybe it mattered so much because it was only bound to be temporary. Sometimes the irony of life is bittersweet like that, over before it started yet never really had a chance to begin. We spend far too long trying to find reason, clarity or whatever comfort one is needing to understand chaos without appreciating the beauty in the arrival of something that ignited a growth in you. In a world filled with billions, what a miracle to have shared something so deep, even if it was never meant to stay.
And out of nowhere there you were, Speaking a language i've heard before.
I saw you and i knew, more or less, now or in far away time you would shape a chapter in my story that i would spend a lifetime trying to forget.