What most of us never realise is, Heartbreak is more than just pain. It's beautiful. As much as I hate failing at love, heartbreak makes me see things differently. Live each second to an eternity. It makes us feel small joys of being. It's like you're stuck in time, in a place where it's always raining. No matter how hurtful, heartbreak will always be a beautiful feeling. It demands to be felt. It demands for us to grow and glow.I wish you find love, but I hope next time you feel broken, you will accept it as you would accept love.
What do you say when asked "What makes you beautiful?" Do you look into the mirror and examine what you were born with? the color of your skin, the shade of you eyes, the shape of your lips, or maybe the way you curled your hair perfectly. Because that's what we consider when asked.
Someone asked me "What makes you beautiful?" It took a while to figure it out. It is the way I say I love you to my brother when he's sleeping but fight with him all the day, the way I say "You cook so delicious" to my mom everyday, the way I kiss my mom while leaving home, the way I write you poretries when you don't feel good, the way my heart melts when I see you smile, the way I hold your hand while watching sunset, the way I support my friends, the way I surprise you with cupcakes, the way I laugh on my friend's silly jokes, the way I let you eat the last slice of pizza, the way my heart is, the way I love.
That's what make me beautiful. That's what makes everyone beautiful.
Lastly, it's me reminding myself all this so the next time an introduction starts with shallow words like "pretty OT cute" I can correct them with "kind or empathetic" .
My heart speaks smoother in these hours like chords do from a string each note unique, tuned and enduring. A soothing of forgiveness, honesty, compassion and empathy that reneders your ear a piece of divine orchastrated from a place of wisdom, peace and serene.
This hours make my words sound like your favorite soft music we listen to when you whisper I love you in my ears softly while dancing.
But rest of the time, when my heart speaks, my heart breaks like chords that break from a loose string. I become just like everybody else. Each sound betraying, dissapointing and deceitful. My words become spiteful and revengeful. And all I'm capable of doing is death of emotions, happiness, love and hope. Just like everybody else. //2:51 AM
"If you find someone who reads, keep them close. When you find them up at 2 AM clutching a book to their chest and weeping, make them a cup of tea and hold them. You may lose them for a couple of hours but they will always come back to you. They will talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. Date a person who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a person who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give them monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you're better off alone. If you want the world and the world beyond it date a person who reads."❤
Instead of looking at your phone you should make some art, kiss someone, read a book, cut up old magazines, see a friend, wake up for the sunrise, write down your dreams, swim in the ocean, make coffee, do something you're bad at or tell someone you love them.
A strace of remorse lust through ripped pages. A cry in distant alley transcribe loose strings of forgiveness. There lies masses of sage, preaching lessons hastily forgotten by many. Rings of bell trigger my insanity casting call for the forbidden fruit. They revile about eyes, speaking unheard truths of lives. Waves of gush ignite causing me to devour about his eyes. There lies a barrier amongst mirth and gloom. Scrolls hanged on pillars condemn gifted values over proclaimed ones. They detest fibers, glorifying hindered virtues as a halo. Mourns evoked by brisk touch vindicate rituals of truth replacing with high aspirations of wilderness. There lies anthologies rendering yelps of perished mankind. Relic bulk of epos devastates revelation of deepened emotions encircled with truth, aliveness. They confide facets of glee, implicating glitches prevailed in the name of worship. Voices driven by union of souls fabricates new nimbus irradicating desires as a boon. A exhaled heat rekindle trembles of attachment. A grappled heart pounds upon hurt and vulnerability left by him.
i used to think that the ocean speaks of its waves and its violent whispers that cause remembrances of memories hidden between the pages of our long fogged memory lane.
but, it reminded me instead of old songs and its reminiscences of ripped photographs and the tear stains left on the wooden floor as the dead leaves fell outside the window between the withered branches and the soaked ground.
and i thought, maybe the outside world had always been a recollection of our stacked up pasts; the things we have done and what we could've had.
although i was sitting by the edge of the platform, feet soaked in the cold ocean water, it felt like i was in a glimpse of something i was trying to remember. when the stone skipped upon its rugged surface from frozen palms too numb to feel, it was as if the imaginary lines created were enough to make me forget what autumn used to feel like.
i realized then, that people create these broken things because pain is enough of an indication to know what is real.
maybe the black piano keys in between the notes of an underrated song are stories that if left unspoken would make things incomplete; that music has this boundary drawn between the composers, the singers, the instrumentalists and the listeners for no song could be heard the same thing the same way.
and yet the strum of the ukulele, that little pause as we change chords, is similar to that of heartbeats and heartaches with lyrics too vague to be said in words.
if the steps we take are parts of an imaginary line created, maybe we're all just specks of stars trying to fill in the empty gaps of a constellation, making maps of worlds too lost to be found.
so if things like music and skipping stones are a matter of remembrances, i realized then that broken lines were continuous but not all points were visible.