Losing Love

 "Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn’t.”

-Mitch Albom

Blurred

 

Blurred vision is what the people of today have.

Not literally, but as in their views are blurred.

They don't know what they want or who they are, they just kind of walk around with blindfolds on. 

The only way to clear things up is to decide.

 Reality is in front of us but we don't see it.

Get some glasses.

 Take the blindfolds off.

 

"If No One Felt"- A Poem

If no one felt,

There would be no:

Tears.

Sorrow.

Happiness.

Confusion.

Fear.

Laughter.

Anger.

Wonder.

Grief.

Caring.

Jealousy.

There would be no

souls.

Just empty containers.

To hold the souls,

If they decide to exist.

Giving Up

Sometimes you just have to give up.

You try and try, to the point where there’s nothing you can do anymore.

It hurts, yes.

It’s hard, yes.

But you have to do it.

Because if you don’t, it doesn’t make you feel any better than quitting.

“I am giving up on making passes and,

I am giving up on half-empty glasses and,

I am giving up on greener grasses,

I am giving up.”

~Ingrid Michaelson

"The World"- A Poem

It is perfect.

The world.

At certain moments,

When you think it could never be better.

It is sad.

The world.

Lots of times,

When you feel you need to cry.

It is great.

The world.

In some places,

Where the sun is always shining and it’s warm every day.

It is strange.

The world.

While you ponder,

What it means to live.

It is powerful.

The world.

At moments when,

You see natural disasters come and go like waves.

It is hurtful.

The world.

On days when,

Someone is leaving you forever.

It is breathtaking. 

The world.

All the time.

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