And there she was, standing in the rain at midnight. Hoping that maybe the raindrops would wash away her tears and that her soul would rise the way the sun does every morning. See, she knew that the rain always had a better story to tell, but not tonight, tonight her chaotic thoughts clouded the sound of rain and thunder. She was drowning in her mind.
Her soul whispered to her to wait for the rainbow after the storm but her mind refused to believe she'll ever be happy again. She waited for a miracle to happen, a miracle that would make her forget about the past, but it never came. See, this is the thing about us humans, we wait for someone or something else to be the miracle but we never look within ourselves. And as the sun came up her eyes saluted the exquisite view and she walked back inside feeling broken. Her heart was envious of the birds chirping in delight. She longed for happiness and a sense of fulfilment and that's when she realised that her prince charming isn't going to come knocking on her door and offer to mend her already shattered heart. She realised that this life will hit you, hard. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. And yeah, there will be days when your boots will fill with water and the rain will shower you with sadness but those are the days when you have all the more reasons to say thank you because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to kiss the shoreline no matter how many times it's sent away. She finally understood that this world is made of sugar, it can crumble so easily but she shouldn't be afraid to taste it. She realised that she loved the stars far too much to lower her eyes at night and wait for the rain to wash away her pain. And that's when she started to live.
Just a girl who is passionate about words and the melody they create when combined. Yes, I hear them. I hope my words inspire and motivate you and I hope you hear them just the way I do.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
My Idol
I haven't had the privilege of seeing him but they told me so much about him. They told me that he was born with the most unique eyes that sparkled with intelligence and purity reflecting his beautiful soul. They told me about the way he saw poems written on the sky where we saw mountains. And his heart, his heart shone love, acceptance and warmth onto those around him. They told me about the way he loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. See, he was only afraid of his Creator. No, they didn't forget to tell me about how he remaind merciful and humble in times of strength even with those who have wronged him. His manners were flawless and his optimism was always present. He valued the kind of gold that glittered and guided people to the light in a world of darkness. He was the kind of person you'd go until the ends of the earth for, and continues to be. They told me about his wisdom and fairness. He is my idol and my role model, for everything he is.
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