Learn to die.

Attraction

Sex

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Nobody

The Stolen Child - William Butler Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats;

There we've hid our faery vats,

Full of cherries

And of reddest stolen berrys.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand.

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glen-Car,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,

The solemn-eyed -

He'll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal chest

For he comes the human child

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

From a world more full of weeping than he can understand

 

 

(1886)

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Have you ever wondered?

Why your ears are pointed, like an elf's?
Why your cheekbones are so  high, casting such a dark shadow?
Why your bottom lip  is so full, it appears to be swollen?
Why you have such horrible dreams every night?

It's because you're different.
All you must do is figure out why.

Fire and Ice.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. 


Robert Frost.
A notable poet.
One of my favorites.

The world will end someday.
Destroying life forms that still remain on it.

Apart from that.

Can we chose the way we die?
Is it our choice?
Does the way we act decide this for us?

Or is our path already laid out for us?
Will we die in the same way, regardless of our life's path?

Does the coming of others affect our certain demise?

Yes.

Each person's entrance and exit to our lives affects how our life will turn out.
They are supporting actors to your grand play.
The best play of your life, the greatest you will ever compose.

Choose your actors wisely.

Love

What is love?
I constantly seek it.
I search for an answer.
Day by day.

How do you know when you've found it?
Is it obvious?

It may be.

All I know is that the search is endless.

But how can you love another if you do not love yourself?

I must find love.

But how?

Psalm 51

Help me.
In order to help me, I must help you.

I am hurt myself.
Things are wrong with me.
I'm not perfect, and I never will be.
I can simply...be.

But allow me to assist you.
Be my guest.
Take a seat.
I am here for your every beck and call.
All that I want is to help you.

Will you love me for it?
Will you heal me as well?

Death.

We are all capable of dying.
We will die.
It is inevitable.

Death creeps on.

We all have an expiration date.
When is yours?

Time.

Time.
Tick, tock, goes the clock.

Always moving forward. Moving ahead. Regardless of whether you like it or not, whether it's convenient.

Why should time listen to anyone?
It is incapable of being commanded.
It simply does as it was created to do.
Goes on.

Tick, tock.

Tme.
I am moving forward.
Moving without time.
Simply going on.
As tme.

What do you do when your time is up?

Don't.

Don't be that girl. That girl who goes back continuously thinking every time will be different. I understand you miss him, and it's easier to breathe with him around but isn't it easier to smile when he's not breaking your heart, emotionally hurting you and talking to other girls. You don't deserve to be the back up. The person he drops whenever he feels like it. Don't be that girl. That girl who thinks each time he comes around he means what he says, and won't leave or hurt you again. Everyone knows he will. & you end up looking stupid in the end...again. I get it you're happier when he's texting you or cuddling with you, but aren't you happier when you're not crying all night because he's making you feel worthless. No one can tell you who to be, but don't be that girl. You're smarter then that girl, stronger then that girl. & you're worth a lot more then that girl.