lifecouldbeadream

Be like the flower

who even gives its fragrance

to the hand that crushes it.

The girl was heartbroken
and the boy did not love her
and she went home in the rain.

Life doesn’t get easier or more forgiving;

we get stronger and more resilient.

Sometimes falling and coming back

gives you wisdom and humility

that you never otherwise have had.

There is a huge part of you that knows you two will never be,
but then there is the other part of you that has this faint strand of hope
that you two could be— if the circumstances were right.
But the circumstances are almost never right,
and things never go your way.
So you both drift away.
Nonetheless, that faint strand of hope will always stay.

Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television;

solitude is herb tea and soft music.

Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth,

because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.