Feeling A Little Lost At The Moment. I Haven't Been Able To Communicate For The Longest Time. I Am Very
Feeling a little lost at the moment. I haven't been able to communicate for the longest time. I am very used to being by myself and not letting anyone in. But lately, I feel too lonely, like life is too monotonous without the hustle and bustle of people around. I want to connect with people, especially be able to talk to my existing friends itself. I know they won't be able to understand how I feel or relate to my problems and so I have kept it all to myself. In this way, I have become boring with absolutely nothing to say. I wonder how I should break out of this dullness in my life. Any tips on how to start?
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Found this on pinterest. Gonna make this my life's motto .
“He ate and drank the precious words...”
by Emily Dickinson
He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!
“Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.”
— Coco Chanel
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.” - Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper
“I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, to help them reveal the greatest version of himself.”
— Steve Maraboli
Everything
by Mary Oliver
I want to make poems that say right out, plainly what I mean, that don’t go looking for the laces of elaboration, puffed sleeves. I want to keep close and use often words like heavy, heart, joy, soon, and to cherish the question mark and her bold sister
the dash. I want to write with quiet hands. I want to write while crossing the fields that are fresh with daisies and everlasting and the ordinary grass. I want to make poems while thinking of the bread of heaven and the cup of astonishment; let them be
songs in which nothing is neglected, not a hope, not a promise. I want to make poems that look into the earth and the heavens and see the unseeable. I want them to honor both the heart of faith, and the light of the world; the gladness that says, without any words, everything.
“No capacity to hate. It’s either love or I don’t care.”
— lieinlove
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carriedbythewind reblogged this · 4 years ago
only when I truly feel, do I truly write ▪ 24 yrs old and my feet don't touch the ground ▪ #poetry
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