I keep on falling….

Chasing money till my roots grew old without a pass in the shadows
Medullar oblingata my breathe has gone stoccata
Into the deep where the river stopped flowing
Life stopped for me but it continued for you
Was I too selfish to protect me from thee or pretend like we never existed between the thick air that clouded our conversations
I too wrestled the fight between sin and temptation and wanted freedom
But I had to be free, I needed to be me, I need to be me
Im sorry that I was prematurly innocent
If only I knew how, I would express my deepest sympathies

If there is a word I say too often its im sorry; the greatest phase that follows after is maturity. I was thinking back on a friendship I decided to let go of years ago and I will say that it was painful and looking back I could have done something which i know now that i didn’t know then. It was hard because I cared for the person but I realised that it was a toxic friendship that would suck me dry.  Some losses we should count as blessings whether its financial, emotional or physical. We must all learn from baby steps that falling is due to being weak and to be strong we must risk falling again and again. Why do I say sorry alot? Because I fall alot, in fact daily but I still dust of off my feet and keep on going.

Inspiration….old friends

Topic….growth

Opinion….stated

Just on my way…..

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Exchanging words, he looks at her with a kink in his smile.

His body language changes without warning. He shifts and rotates himself away from her, legs crossed and arms retreated…the typical body language of an outcast. Clearly hurt he remains soundless, his male ego hurt from what is presumed a rejection of a sound idea. She continues to mark the printed paper in red but takes a break to observe the expression on his face. A quick nudge….no response. His gaze is transfixed on a gentleman’s shoe just ahead which were dull and over worn…..he is now lost deep in thought. The corner of his eyes are creased and his lips slightly pierced, it seems no one can penetrate into this man’s mind.

Was it the piece of paper, the disagreement…or the uncomfortable stare from the girl with the orange scarf sitting opposite. Who knows. I leave the carriage and capture a glimpse of remorse, perhaps a reconciliation. The train rides away in the opposite direction and I walk up the steps ready to make the journey home with no knowledge of the conclusion of that story.

 

My Inspiration….the couple opposite

My Topic….it’s complicated

My Opinion…..stated

Romancipatience……

My first official post on relationships…..here goes.

Romancipatience…as you can guess it’s about romance and patience. For too long I’ve heard my girl-friends say that they want to be in a relationship, that they are sick of being single, why doesn’t anybody want me?!? and so the story goes. On the contrary my guy- friends are open to talking about women and their views on relationships but aren’t willing to make the big “commitment”…yes the guys take their time whilst the girls are in a hurry and none are willing to compromise….(that one will have a post of its own soon).

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Before the key is turned…

How long are you supposed to leave it until you trust someone enough that you start revealing your true self to them? How do you know that this person won’t hurt you or use what you have told them against you? How do you know that this person will not abandon you when you need them most?

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