is this the end of the moment or just a beautiful unfolding of a love that will never be?
or maybe be everything that i never thought that could happen, or could ever come to passing?
i wonder if maybe i could be all you ever dreamed.
because you are beautiful inside.
Hope [Hohp]
noun, verb, hoped, hop·ing.
1. the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best: to give up hope.
2. something that is hoped for: Her forgiveness is my constant hope.
I'm not naive. I have to say this because, I'm finding more people who are. I believe every person has infinite potential. But a lot of people seem to have no worldly experience at all. No sense of who they are, or how to put words together to make thoughts, express feelings, or show love. I wish that for them--that somewhere along the line in this life they are able to find that they can be loved.
Through everything, I was able to convince myself the hope I once had was still somewhere within me.
Everything makes sense if we just stand back, stand still, and look at things from the most distant and disconnected way. if we feel any sort of negative emotion, our perception of reality is distorted. That's how I feel. And yes, we will always feel negative emotions at some point. So...what i'm saying here is that, our perception of reality is always distorted in some kind of way. by our thoughts, by the way we look at things.
but all that can be changed.
i'm not strong enough.
Somehow, someway, I'm fully convinced sadness brings a sense of happiness to me.
But i'll never let my happiness bring a sense of sadness.
I've learned that my happiness can slip away from me faster than it came.
And now, I'm doing things differently.
I'm appreciating feeling pure happiness.
"We have the answers on always running around. keep your feet on the ground....we know exactly what you're going through tonight."
-To the steadfast by The Scene Aesthetic
Sometimes our problems get the best of us, and we feel like running away so fast, to escape feeling any kind of pain.
Sometimes, I fall too hard. Unaware of how I will get back up. Or why I was knocked down. And that scares me more than I'm willing to admit.
if you haven't...read the post below. it's very important to me. <3
Lights out, I still hear the rain. These images that fill my head now keep my fingers from making mistakes, tell my voice what it takes to speak of, speak of and keep my consious clean when I wake. Don't make this easy, I want you to mean it.
lovelovelove. & goodnight.
