"You can be in pain, distress, angry, sad, heartbroken and depressed but if you still find the time to ask how someone is or tell someone they're amazing it shows character, class and kindness

Your problems are yours but someone will listen and you should listen also, you build stronger bridges when the current rises and warmer waters when the Sun fades"

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I wanna lie with you and count the stars
Write you a song on your rusty stringed guitar
You let it just sit there gathering dust for years
But those three chords you always played bring me to tears

I know I didn't tell you I loved you much
But I guess guys don't always open up
What I'd give for one last touch
To see you drink from your morning coffee cup

I know you weren't religious but you always beared a cross
You couldn't work your phone but laughed at all my memes
I guess I have these memories amidst all the loss
I'll sleep tonight and pray to see you in my dreams

I'll polish your boots I know you loved them to shine
Remember the cuckoo when the grandfather clock would chime
I'll raise a glass tonight of your old Burja Noir wine
I guess you missed the last train home, catch you again another time

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Have you ever wondered why a person lives to be 90 years old when others die of cancer at 25.
Why health problems blighten your path of greatness when others breeze through existence without a scar to be seen.
Yet the biggest smiles and influencers in our time are the ones that suffer the most yet you'd hardly recognise the struggle and waging war inside their being.
Soldiers don't always wear a uniform you pass them every single day fighting a battle only they know.


क्या आपने कभी सोचा है कि जब कोई व्यक्ति 25 साल की उम्र में कैंसर से मर जाता है तो वह 90 साल का क्यों होता है। क्यों स्वास्थ्य समस्याओं महानता के अपने रास्ते को धुंधला जब दूसरों को एक निशान के बिना अस्तित्व के माध्यम से हवा दिखाई देती है। फिर भी हमारे समय में सबसे बड़ी मुस्कुराहट और प्रभावित करने वाले लोग हैं जो सबसे अधिक पीड़ित हैं फिर भी आप शायद ही संघर्ष को पहचान पाएंगे और उनके अंदर युद्ध छेड़ देंगे। सैनिक हमेशा एक समान नहीं पहनते हैं आप उन्हें हर एक दिन एक लड़ाई लड़ते हैं जो केवल वे जानते हैं

Pugna

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Prior to major depression and physical ailments and just shit hands life has given us we were pretty confident and charismatic and humorous but were kind and empathetic and just living.

We lose most of ourselves after a number of months and years. Feeling sorry for ourselves stage and losing touch with friends and losing our dreams and passions and although we may never gain them back I think we should still remember, although broken we are still alive and our talents and gifts will remain and we CAN still be a tiny part of our past selves. We are still human with human gifts and we put ourselves down because we now feel inferior and not good enough, tired and lost but deep down we are all still amazing individuals with a lot more to give than we realise.

We can still spread love ✌🏼

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She grasped his hand so tightly in a moment of silence as the softly spoken confession aboout to pour from her lips that had bellowed from deep inside her being for many a year had to be uttered like a seance from the deathly torture frequenting her soul...

"it's not your treasure I seek, although your music sends shivers down my core, you're the first person that listened, understood everything I cry about and we could forever live in poverty as money never brought me a connection but anguish and entrapment, if we could fight the pain we both possess and vow to never to astray but offer to align our beings and but give love and a peaceful heart... I'm yours forever... I've never been in love.. It's our empathy that made all that glitters gold".

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The past is the past is one one of those controversial cliche statements
Wait until you meet someone you fancy who is beautiful but also reserved, non verbal and a closed book when it comes to those four letter words beginning with L

Without the past she'd be/think a lot differently

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You're afraid of falling in love so deeply because at this point the deeply stays but the love vanishes

You're sceptical of uttering and believing that love really is the meaning of our life's adventure

You carry the past forward and become self aware that although you'd like to be in love again you're fearful of it ending up in pain

You're stuck in that baptism of fire wanting to tell her she's beautiful and smart and funny but you're reluctant..... So is she.

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There's two types of people in this Big Ol' World

Those who set sail for greed, control, power and don't care who they hurt in the process

Then those who have probably been in a relationship with someone of the above and strive for peace and head starboard to avoid anymore cunts.

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Fate has a way of tearing your whole life down
Reflecting in the reservoir of solace
The inner peace you crave has to flow from within
If you're strong enough to let it go
You're brave enough to let it in
Not everyone in this life will slit your wrists
Though through the pain and adversity
Not everyone will leave
Find a balance of acceptance that this is your life
Solitude is time to rebuild your inner strength
Surround yourself to empathetic people
People who understand your turmoil
But never disregard those who try to understand
As if they've spent the energy and mindset to listen
That's only a sign of cognizance
Lend an ear to those who express
It's not always about yourself
Your inner circle doesn't have to be populated
Attendance is just a number
But those in close proximity should aid your armour
Lastly, never be fearful of who you've become
Remember this is your battle and soldiers are at a premium
If you love someone.... Tell them.

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This time I won't set my soul on fire
For someone to wash it away to the sea
The pessimist waiting for our love to expire
The optimist opening your heart with a latchkey
Holding back through fear of hurt
Piece by piece is all I'm going to give
Like a puzzle in your mind back to reconvert
The draining of salted wounds through a sieve

If you feel unwanted I'll come and find you
No matter what it costs
I get the feeling I'm good for somebody
Somebody like me, fragile and lost

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