“Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard.”

I like to see people united. To see them neglect and overlook their differences. In fact, it is that very fact that brings them together, makes them one. I like when there are smiles below each nose and above each chin. When their ears pull back from the words of a different phrase each time. When the wrinkles disappear like a lonely spider on the wall. When they are genuine and gathered to praise instead of dishearten. When the speech is full of love and passion. Trying to better the world. No fears, no worries and no judgment. Days where people love for all the right reasons, they spark a fire for their loved ones. No power, no money. Just people. Just mere people trying. When there will be no need to better the world. 

Why on earth would you make it a point to clean white shoes, the whole point is to notice all the years you’ve cherished those things. Don’t make it look fake like everything else in your life.

I honestly didn’t think it would end this way. Sometimes when I try to predict things, some part of me wants my instinct to be right. Then there’s that other part of me, somewhat vulnerable and passive, that wishes and prays that i’m wrong. That everything was just an illusion. And that it was all wrong. But, this is the usual wishful thinking process of human beings. It’s inevitable. We normally never get the things we want. Almost never. But it doesn’t mean life is cruel. People never think that maybe “bad” things happen for a reason. That behind every bad incident is a better one. 

That moment a guy flares his nostrils and you know that very second that he doesn’t mean a thing he just said.

I read a post on my dash and it outlined everything i’ve ever been afraid to let myself remember. The reason I started writing. The person that lead me to this. That lead me to everything that has been spilled on my blog, every little thought that you know is because of that one person. I’ll be honest, I don’t feel the same as I did when I started this blog. At least I don’t think I do. I’m cured from this persons thoughts and I am no longer a slave to them. But when I read that post, it all came crashing down, I don’t know why but this surge of hidden emotion just creeped out of the lining of my heart. I couldn’t understand what it was at that moment but i’m slowly trying to. Slowly trying to put the pieces back together and till now nothing is appearing from the shadows. Nothing.