I come to realize that I've been holding onto lot of things, it is straining me, and my mental health, I've been feeling side effects of it, and it's affecting, my other life choices, so, I have decided to let things go. Focusing on what I have rather than what I had, Gone is long gone and cannot come back, It is reality and I've accepted that. Gone is my ability to multitask, And handle all things at once, So I've decided to focus on one task at most, Gone is my attitude to be carefree, So I've decided to be a little bit silly, with my friends and those whom I trust, Gone is my self positivity and confidence that I had, So I've decided celebrate little milestones I reach, Nothing is permanent in this world, So why would some things stay for almost forever, I can't keep holding onto things that are straining me, So I've decided to let things go, in order to archive peace.
©Pen_Pain_Poetry
Marya Hornbacher // Maya Angelou
Eeyup.... and it worked so well!
Okay so to recap Mercy and Junkrat’s concepts are basically just
and
I wonder if they could pull me out
Franny Choi, from "I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame"
{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}
Unfortunately...
Anxious people can have a hard time staying motivated, period, because their intense focus on their worries distracts them from their goals.
Winifred Gallagher
musings on february
Hussein Chalayan (?), Franz Kafka (@shi-saa), Anne Magill, Bing Hua, Anne Magill, Margaret Atwood, Anne Magill, Dorothy Livesay, Anne Magill, Alice McDermott, Hussein Chalayan
buy me a coffee
Because it's better to be afraid of the thought of that person rather than the reality of that person.
“Why am I so afraid to lose you, when you aren’t even mine.”
— Unknown