elhaanad

Getting older and wiser, they say.
          
          But as I’m getting older, I’m realizing that wisdom isn’t really about age. It comes from experiencing different stages of life the good, the bad, the mistakes, the lessons, the moments that break us and the ones that rebuild us.
          
          Growing older is inevitable. Growing wiser is a choice.
          
          You become wiser when you choose to learn from every stage you’ve lived through, rather than simply passing through it.

Too much to think 
          
          I think, then think of thinking still. 
          A restless mind I cannot still. 
          
          What if? What then? What could have been? 
          
          A whisper turns into scream,
          a quiet doubt becomes a theme. 
          
          I try to breathe to let things go, 
          but even silence start to glow. 
          
          Still in this storm, a truth is hiding, 
          not every thought is worth abiding. 
          
          Some question bloom to deceive,
          it’s brave to pause, and then leave. 
          
          Just don’t let it trick you.
          

It’s just a little bit of me and my imagination.

Did he think of me. Like i think of him.

I don’t know what came over me lately 
          I craves to be something more
          I craves to be seen
          Whatever it is i’m not yet full

So i did write something or you could say something Is brewing inside my brain, if by any chance you stumble upon my story and found me please i will appreciate it if you reach out and left me some feedback or questions or anything that will definitely help me and improve my writing skills ❤️

Grieving for losing someone so dear its heartbreaking ,yet i never have lost someone so close to me but i did lost someone i know not personally close to me but his playing a good part in my life and its saddens me, even writing this made my heart ache and my tears fall,yet again every living thing will taste death, to Him we belong to Him we will return, to every grieving soul may be patient is your companion may the prayer be your comfort and strength .
          Always believe that God knows best.

Im trying so hard to not cry…
          

becouse i very much enjoy reading, i think i will enjoy writing too,i want to try to write,creating something new that i can call it mine, and share it with others,it just i still dont know what to write about and not so confident if i did someone will read it  

          What’s in my mind is a jungle of mess
          it seem that im running 
          yet im still here at the same place