The smile that hides the pain.
The cry that stops the rain.
In this I revel in being vain.
-N
An Incurable Romance Writer
The smile that hides the pain.
The cry that stops the rain.
In this I revel in being vain.
-N
Pourquoi semble-t-il tellement plus facile de confesser des choses dans une autre langue ? c’est comme si des mots inconnus permettaient d’être vulnérable. Il convient de noter à quel point il est important de savoir si, dans une langue étrangère ou familière, la douleur est toujours présente.
…Then everything would’ve been different.
Paths would’ve been averted.
Hearts would’ve been intact.
Souls would’ve been saved.
But they don’t know.
-N
Mean nothing without action.
Too comfortable in your own bubble to realize the truth.
Money and conveniences is your God.
Nothing less and nothing more.
-N
Stuck in a place I no longer wish to be.
Tied down with burdens…
A glass prison…
-N
The pain is so consuming I can hardly speak.
I can barely write the words down on paper.
I can barely type the individual keys on my laptop.
I don’t have anymore to give.
No one understands.
No one will ever know.
-N
Dear Future Love,
I’m so glad that it took all this time to meet. People would say that our joining was unnecessarily prolonged; I however would disagree. This time a part grew me into the woman I am today. My love for you transcends time and space because I was given the time and space to reflect on the importance of self. I’ve grown in more ways that one, and I know you have as well. My heart is unequivocally yours for the taking. But, I’ve learned that should you squander this gift, I would soldier on. Simply because it is life.
I will keep your heart safe. I will love you unconditionally, and I pray you do the same. We will travel, talk about family, start on our own. We will ignore the naysayers, and revel in the fact that we trusted each other from the beginning. I write this with a smile knowing that I am close to you, and you are close to me. I wonder how the universe is constructing our first meeting, and whether or not we will have a stereotypical romantic scene straight from a movie, or I’ll hate your guts.
It will be glorious.
Signed,
Your future.
Faults, flaws and all I like the evolution I’ve been through.
No longer processing,
Fully in my convalescence.
I will march no more.
My people have suffered since this country’s inception…
The ancestors being dragged onto this wretched shore.
I welcome violence,
luxuriate in the bloodshed,
Hope my oppressors are filled with dread.
It was freeing, really.
Taking away what once controlled me.
It was hard to fathom previously,
Now, I feel the stares and revel in it deviously.
-N