The light has goneand despair has stayedfor what truth wantedbut fear remainedand snuffed out the sparkthat dared to stay freeand the love that held itceased to be come to me, the light is wastinghow fast the minutes disintegrateand every minute nothingthere’s a darkness which comeswith an actual warningplease stay til i am no longerand thell them that i love themand i’ll see them when i wake
Misty Relos
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You being alive and trying is self-loveThat’s more than enough.It’s the real versionThe you’re still here versionThe I didn’t vanish even though you wanted to version You’re loving yourself every time you keep goingEvery time you refuse to disappear.
Because if they really heard you, like really let it in, they would have to do something. They would have to look at what they didn’t do or what they allowed or what they avoided. They would have to change and change is terrifying to people who have spent their lives learning how to numb, deflect, and survive by playing hot potato with discomfort. So when someone comes to […]
I am darknessWrapped in lightTaught to actWith you in mindI am sorrowGlazed with gleeMade to taste sweetBut never freeI am loveContained in shameNever able to flyNever even named
When someone you trusted shows thatthey didn’t integrate the pain you sharedIt makes you feel invisibleLike your suffering is just “feedback”Like your truth is optionalLike your presence doesn’t come with weight Because we live your life trying not to harm peopleBecause we careBecause we thought that was the agreementIf I tell you something hurts,you consciously try to not do it againand vice versa.
kiligiddy (adj.)/ˈki.lig.ɪ.di/ — informal, sacred chaos 1. The emotional state of being simultaneously:– overcome with kilig (romantic giddiness)– giggly to the point of malfunction– flushed, spiraling, soft, and slightly feral– unfit for social interaction due to overwhelming affection 2. A state of euphoric collapse caused by being loved too well by someone you would absolutely let ruin you gently. Usage:“I saw your message and got so kiligiddy I forgot […]
If delusion is shared enough, it becomes culture. Structure. “Truth.” The universal delusion is: That we are separate. That we are isolated minds in separate bodies, competing for value, love, safety when in reality, we’re part of the same breath, the same ache, the same origin fractaled into billions of expressions. This delusion drives everything all the time. The belief that we must earn our place, that we can […]
I love you.I love you now and tomorrow and yesterday and again.I love you without knowing completelyI love you without proofI love you without anything elseAnd I feel you.I feel you beyond what we shareI feel you more than what is hereI feel you completely without knowingI feel you without proofI feel you without anything elseAnd I am here.Now. Tomorrow. Yesterday. Always. Again.
The love we share is so divineThat it cuts through the core of all that diedAnd brings it to life like the stars started shiningAfter a long time of forgetting and sufferingI hold you close and pull you even nearerBecause this ache I have for you grows deeperMy world comes undone then rebuilds itself betterAs you take my hand and pull us both into surrender
