Well my friends call me a mind-boggler and aptly so.
When life brings you to crossroads and the outside world shakes your identity, you’ve got to stick to the bare minimum and survive.
So did I.
I had to shed all that was extravagant and handpick the bare minimum for myself. It was then that I decided to start a journey to seek the elements which form me, and perhaps later acquire a more profound realisation of self.
This is the beginning of my journey.
Like a child recklessly losing the cool shade of a plum tree on a warm sunny day; from its safe cradle to taking the outlandish sun face to face.
But isn’t that life? A constant flux of shadows and sunshine.
This is just a humble effort to nurture similar shade for the sunshines that tomorrow might unfold.
Fall and early mornings have one thing in common, things are purest, in their most raw form during this time. And what is more beautiful than seeing someone and something naked; layered in nothing but their skin?
Each fight is worse than before, but I wonder whats the worst? Has it passed or is it yet to come?
Should I prepare or live in the moment? What difference does it make?
You! You can sulk all day, as you on most days do. You can lay back on the couch and care about not a thing in the world.
But me? I’m a mother. I get no days to sulk. I have to get up each morning, gather all strength and make our child feel like its just another day. Put up a smile, make her happy while my head hurts and I feel weighed down. But I won’t show you and that kills you, doesn’t it?
It bothers you why you can’t break me? My resilience burns you. Burn. Cuz I aint going down because of you. No matter how long the cat and dog show continues, I’m standing the ground.
He is a classic lunatic. A toxic person that you should stay as far away as possible. The kind that enrages every happy occasion. The kind that ruins every plan. A classic selfish narcissist that deserves no one to love or care for him.
People are hypocrites. Everyone lies. At some point we’ve all been there. We all know atleast one nutcase in our lives who doesn’t deserve a family. And yet we lie and lure someone in to care for him. Someone else to take up our responsibility so we can move on, or move away from all the toxicity. But to what result?
An aggressive parent brings up aggressive children. An insecure person breeds lots of insecurities in children. And the cycle continues. More nutcases to ruin more families. To what end, I ask. To what end?
I don’t understand what kind of sick people take charge of other people’s life forcefully to put up a facade of happiness? What kind of insecure people thrive off public imagery? How did you get so effed up? How did I end up with you? </3