Ashes, Dust and Lust - A collection of Prose

A Little Too Much

I'm that girl who's always a little too happy... A little too sad.

A melodramatic lover of life and a glutton for punishment.

When I fall, I don't gingerly trip, I jump full force, head-on with arms splayed open and hair blowing in the wind...

All with a defiant smile on my face.

I refuse to care what people think or say... Life's too short for that.

I pity the people who refuse to follow their hearts.

The ones who are too frightened to let go...

The ones who always play it safe.

They stay in lifeless relationships because of fear...

They pretend to be happy because it's what they're supposed to do...

They let this world put them in a box and turn them into clones.

They live their lives in a bubble

Just going through the motions

And sometimes they stop and look outside that bubble only to realize that life has passed them by.

I refuse to be put into that bubble

I have never cared what they think or say

I have always followed my heart

Even if it led me astray and caused so much pain, I have always just smiled and dove right in...

Cause what is life without love and hate?

How can you claim to be alive if you don't feel.. if you cannot feel?

You're not living if you're playing it safe...

There is beauty in pain... in tears.. in anguish.

And there is a triumphant power in surviving, overcoming and finally, rising again!

So, I put my heart on my sleeve... I love deeply and I care deeply...

Even when pain and turmoil are waiting for me at the horizon..

I am a lover of love...

I feel a little too much.

I care a little too much.

And sometimes it tears me apart...

But, the true beauty in being torn apart is being strong enough to pick up the broken, scattered pieces and stitching them together again..

...And becoming whole.

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