"When towering mountains inhabit your shoulders instead of land, don't wait in anticipation for them to magically fade. Don't pause your life - because problems that weigh you down aren't to be solved all at once.
Instead, take a break. One thing at a time.
Always remember, mountains are meant to be climbed not carried."
The art of losing one's self isn't hard to master:
When surrendering becomes your default mode,
Sadness mimics a second skin,
And your entire life bleeds
into one giant disaster.
When
Self-loathe lodges your head.
Your heart beats with dread,
of that person you're turning into.
Your goals stretch beyond reachable
your light slowly dims,
and having faith in yourself mirrors a lost territory.
Losing one's self comes slowly,
like seasonal timid changes,
A cloud hiding sun's glow.
A wave breaking into a flood
that wash over.
Finding yourself is just as such,
It starts with incidental steps ,
like a match start wildfire
within small things you'll find your power.
You're made of the same stardust
that builds the sun,
And like the sun sets and rises
From the deadly dooms,
you'll bloom again.
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I like to think I'm a positive, mature, changed woman eventho I'm far away from it 😂
*uses the same excuse of before for why this didn't turn out as good as I imagined it to be- trashy*
*eats popcorn*
*studies in her mind but in reality she's reading a book*
FOTD:
I need a guide for my life, seriously I'm stuck in an idk region rn it's stupid.
YOU ARE READING
Nirvana
PoesíaShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
