Flowers fragile and beautiful. What comes to your mind when you think about a flower? Is it love, loss, strength, positivity?
There are so many flowers in this world and like people. They are all unique in there own way.
Flowers seem so fragile on the outside but on the inside They stay stable during the harshest of weather. Through wind, rain Flowers remain Calling the sun by name Stretching, glowing Even better now After the weather
I like to see myself as a flower. Rare strong, beautiful, able to make it through whatever. We all are, Beautiful flowers
Today I woke up to the soothing feeling of my air conditioner, next to my love, I am full of gratitude. I made my bed mindfully, something I learned from reading. A book that has opened my eyes, on how to be mindful, minus all the lies For that, I am full of gratitude. I sat down, relaxed, I am blessed, truly feel blessed. I imagine what happiness looks like my mind paints a picture. Wildflowers, lilies, roses Miles and miles, Sunflowers, tulips, daisies, colors all enraging. No end in sight, no need to take flight Happiness is home a field full of flowers. and because of that, I am full of gratitude.
What does it mean to find yourself? To find yourself means to find out the kind of person you are and what you want in life. So what kind of person am I? Because I know the person I want to be, and I know what I want in life, but what if the person I want to be isn’t the kind of person I am? What if I’m lying to myself about being high and mighty when in reality I’m just another wannabe. What does it mean to find yourself? To find yourself means to pick a personality trait and mock it till you can rock it, Right? What does it mean to find yourself? “Reflect on your past, you’ll find yourself at last.” They say with smiles that go for miles. Still, I ask you. What does it mean to find yourself?
As a child I was told not to trust anyone. I was told you can’t trust the people you love, they will hurt you more than someone you don’t love. Because you love them so much, when they do betrayed you that heartbreak is the worst in the world. Betrayal.
I feel betrayal constantly
Why is that? I wish I knew the answer. The littlest things set me off. Things I can’t control that I get upset about I feel betrayed. Betrayed because he looked at the women in the little dress or the women in the tight jeans. Tighter than mine. Better than mine. Better than me. Betrayed because I think he doesn’t want me. How do I stop those thoughts? Is it really me with my insecurity or do I need to get out?
The urge to write grows stronger with each day that goes by. I want to write desperately, need to release. Confused by all the topics to write about, each left without a beginning. Starting is the hardest part for me. No more. I wished. Part of the process of being a writer means embracing your disasters. Right? By disasters, I mean the stories with no meaning. Missed punctuation or failed spelling unseen in the final edit, Regardless still a mess. Who gives a F***! Just write. Get it out. You’ll feel better. You will be better!