“Healing Is Layers. Healing Is Time. Healing Is Excruciating. Once You Think It’s Done, It’s Not.”

taking revenge against those who have caused harm to me and my loved ones is no longer something i do after coming to so many realisations. i mean, i'd rather focus my energy on improving my own character and just let the better version of myself speak the grace and class, which i believe are somethings they can't simply handle.

i believe that the best way to respond to your haters is not to respond at all.

expect that if someone can't love someone else right, they can't love themselves right either.

there's a major difference between striving to live and just getting by.

I miss the way I viewed the world before I knew too much about it

it's sad to think about the fact that you want to do, learn, or achieve a lot, but you have no motivation to do anything at all.

that tranquilly and satisfaction you've felt after choosing to be kind in spite of the hardships and difficulties you are facing.

nights come devoid of the expanse of your silhouette: only the gnawing

winds

that reproach my bones what good is hope before remorse: when you hacked

your tresses before

my lips

could reach your

nape: with our perse detritus scattered i keep you as a divine shrapnel buried

deep in my pith

inferno: oblivious to your momentum swirling with a taste of non-existence

of

reticence

and you said:

there's no reason to obsess over fiery delights as the remoteness of memory

creeps like

bougainville

somewhere the sky is burning with your chrysanthemums and somewhere

it falls

through

my bones without you: without the taste of your tongue: the first light

won't ever make it here

before your urgencies consume

me and

everything that i will ever

touch

“Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.”

— Reyna Biddy