Once, I Was A Fisherboy— Happy With Everything That Happened.
Once, I was a fisherboy— happy with everything that happened.
It’s all behind me now. Everything that happens intimidates me.
Someday, I’ll reach the great lakes, become a fisherboy again, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to enjoy what time offers me.
Fisherboy
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Now, if you cannot prove to me that science solely exists on its own,
please let me believe my God in peace.
For all your knowledge, inventions, discoveries might as well be duplications of what God already created in the beginning.
Tell me something new— something beyond the CHATGPT that thinks like a man, replies like a man, and relies solely on the knowledge of man, a creation of God.
So let me have my God, while you perfect your machines.
Together, I am isolated. Alone, I bloom.
You are a blossoming soul
Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.
We shall overcome, the brutality of life
That distance might be a protective barrier, built up over time because things felt too overwhelming, too painful, or too complicated.
Maybe if they try noticing the little things—the way the air feels when they step outside or how the light looks through a window. These moments can help your friend reconnect with how they feel without needing to rush. It’s not about forcing yourself to 'fit in' or ‘be normal.’ It’s about acknowledging yourself and giving yourself permission to gradually re-enter the world at your own pace, without judgment.
hope this is okay
plus any time your friend needs a chat they can email me here, just a chat free, no subscription just two humans talking
guys
what does it mean if you hurt someone
and
you don’t feel anything
…
asking for a friend
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What's heartbreaking is, that some don't even understand the love they demand and desire to be given and this has tremendously led to more oceans of sorrow and unbearable pain.
A dangerous you and a confused me met, what would the results be ? A match made from hell.
she was a puppy wrapped in wolf skin. And it took me ages to see— but when I did, I never let go.
my gentle hands, my tender hold, learning her softness beneath the wild.
Myself is crippling me, myself is a critic that always it has to find a negative thing to say about me. Myself is fear and the purpose of me has always been to overcome it.
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