Hi everyone its a lovely mothers day and I feel rather uneasy. I have seen forms of love I mean the most beautiful actions that signify love and commitment ever. So right now I’m just drifting off the love I’ve seen, people are amazing, creative, bold and passionate. In a world full of imperfections, selfishness and horror that’s what I see. Call me crazy or “special” but I see how wonderfly colorful people are and that is what brings me hope that this awful world is not really that awful or soon it wont be as awful.
Hi guys, all those who follow me aswell as those who just keep up. I’m gonna do something different tonight, tonight I’m gonna share my sorrow. I figure if I can share my inspiration then it wont hurt to share my sadness. So I’m here in a bathroom crying my eyes out over a battle that I have now excepted as impossible for me to win. And I’m a fighter there’s no battle I would ever give up but this, this is too personal. Every path I plan for is no good ending in it for me, my only choice is to willingly give in to defeat. I hate giving up because once you start you wont be able to stop, I know I have let people walk over me before and not said a word I’ve taken alot of crap but that was only because I didn’t think I was worth me standing up for. But I have gone through great lengths to stand for another person. This battle is about me though this is someone messing with me, and I’m not sure if that’s worth fighting. Is it worth it for me to fight for myself, because I’m use to fighting for someone else?
My mouth doesn’t always know what my heart wants to say, so I pick up a pen and let my hands translate.
When eyes stare at color that’s blinder than blue, see being colored is a crime so we pay five on the line for bein minors, I mean the minority in societies order. I play a double role of human and cock roach, I get stepped on everytime I come into work, I wear a costume of someone who deserves to be hurt, I wear bruises but its words that hurt the most.. It’s okay I take them and turn them into armor, take the glares of insecurities they send through their eyes, turn it to confidence, turn jealousy into complete incompetency and make sure racism doesn’t take over me.
When you think I am at my weakest I am actually at my strongest, and when I think I’m at my strongest I am actually much much stronger.
All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous
people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come
― D.H. Lawrence (via thestriversrow)
D.H. Lawrence always made me think, everything is always more than what it is seen to be. its just a matter of perception.
One of my motto’s are “every day is a new day that brings a new opportunity” and I love that fact. There is something new waiting in each and everyday that I wake up to, its exciting and disappointing all at the same time. I find new inspirations and new disappointments. But it is a long journey that I endure in confidence that at the end of the day I will have accomplished something that I didn’t even know I was capable of.