But Do We Stop, Halt And Realize That We Are Indeed Still Breathing?
But do we stop, halt and realize that we are indeed still breathing?
Because no matter the emotions
or
notions of what we intend to do or become,
the mere fact that we are breathing is a salient one.
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I will not survive. I will live.
fate again.
The heart goes cold.
The heart grows old.
The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous.
The heart loses it all in the end.
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To just do it,
even when the thoughts
form a barricade.
They wanted me to become a man who fights for his respect. But I became a man who respects himself. And that’s how I became awkward— and I loved
that
kind of awkwardness.
Maybe the only lesson life has for us is love for what we were, for what we are, and for what waits, even as we slip into whatever comes after.
Fuck sex. Can you deal with me when my anxiety kicks in & my depression takes over?
This life, a gift from the Almighty GOD. But I wonder SOMETIMES if He had let us see first, see what’s here, what lingers in hearts, what other souls are capable of, would any of us have accepted this beloved gift of existence?
Personally, I don't think I would but I thank him now that am here, now that I know that with him this all chaos is bearable.
Am not right to be loved, thus I fear for a soul that flatters mine. Am not just to be trusted, thus I am scared to trust. Am aiming nowhere, thus scared for someone to get lost with me.
The heart goes cold. The heart grows old. The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous. The heart loses it all in the end.
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