Mama.
Och det är ändå ganska coolt.
a place
I do not belong in these corridors.
out of luck
and out of strength
I am no longer able to play my part
Not willing to live a lie,
nor am I willing to be placed where I do not fit
Neither do I belong in the surroundings in which I am being kept
A prisoner within myself
Laughing, and not caring
Smiling, and not being honest
Fighting demons, the kind who I will not survive
Blood will be shed,
Tears will fall,
Dreams will be torn apart
But it will be a long battle,
maybe endless.
Although I know that I will not stand as the winner,
I will not surrender.
lilla skrållan
Moster till fem änglar,
detta är det senaste tillskottet :)
Kahlil. G
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
jessica.h
fast detta kanske inte var en bra idé trots allt.
För vad ska någonsin kunna förklara det hon är?
Fin
Stark
Duktig
Rolig
Kreativ
Hon trollar med ord
Varför blir ord på otroligt meningslösa och fula när man försöker beskriva någon som Jessica?
Haha, jag blir full av skratt nu när jag tänker på det. Jag brukar aldrig ha svårt för att sätta ord på det jag känner, framförallt inte när jag är säker på vad jag känner. Pinsamt
I alla fall så vet jag att jag är tacksam.
Tacksam för att kunna få rätta till hennes hår när det är lite ivägen
Tacksam för att få lugna ner henne när hon stressar upp sig
Tacksam för att hon aldrig spelar allan
Tacksam för att hon helt enkelt är Jessica H.
