milf (mother i'd like to forget)
One day, my softness will open up to a heart that won't freeze or run. The act of holding on would speak so much about it than the act of letting go ever could, who would say, 'to exist itself has the risk to cease.' And that one day is doomed.
Being alone with you is like opening a door away from normal life & then closing it behind you. How sad for the world to not know what a kind of calm we are.
I've been breaking my own heart for years in the hope that, one day someone else cannot break it. How fool I am to forget that, An ache is an ache and a broken thing is a broken thing no matter how it was smashed.
We need not think less of ourselves, but we certainly must think of ourselves less. A narcissistic culture isn't a celebration.
And every passing tick of the clock reminds me of how far I've moved how long do these days has streched on.
"There is no such thing called safe investment. Love anything & your heart will certainly be twisted and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to nobody, not to your family, not even to an animal. If you love them, you tell them even if you're scared. Building walls and burning people down with fire as protection was one perspective of bravery I knew, but pulling down the gates, letting go of norms is a rare courage, I read the other day. If not, wrap your heart round carefully with hobbies and little luxuries, avoid all entanglements, make your demons get the worse of you, choke peacefully in bitterness, invite them at your place, and then go upstairs, lock your heart safe in the casket or coffin of your fears. And in that casket, it will be safe, dark, motionless, airless. ---My dear, life is damnation. The only place where you could find your heart safe is your grave."
How do I believe whether we all are living, when on passing by someone or something, they bring us back to life ?
-Ashneet Hura