It seems like I’m taking a step back from everything.
I am not myself anymore! I can hear the sound made by his doubts… I see him!
There are shadows and lights in all of us, hopes and dreams, desires and passions. We wish to succeed in life, in love, in our career. We dream about perfection and happiness, but we have a tendency to place our sights on others instead of on ourselves.
Beneath my skin lie hidden more than a thousand reasons of “why I am grateful for”. Beneath my skin are love and acceptance, trust and courage, faith and inspiration.
We show our best moments, not knowing that what we think about as being a vulnerability might just be a sign of strength for others out there.
Wanting to become the best person one can possibly be is understandable.
Faking it… isn’t the right way to do it though!
She’s already been tamed, it’s just that she’s been tamed by the wrong persons. She’ll learn to listen once more and she’ll learn to live again.
She’ll learn that she’s enough!
“The little things are the ones that have the power to make us smile in every moment.” How true these words were and how rare she followed this advice! How was it that she’d forgotten to enjoy the life she had?!
I’m on my way again, incapable of stopping! Darkness revolves around me and I know that there has to be a light to see. I can sense him again and I wish I wasn’t allowed to… I wish my heart would stop vibrating at his presence, but there’s a connection between us that refuses to give in.
When Shadows talk there is no room for questioning why it is you they are talking to! The question is different: how is it that you have the ability to listen to them and others don’t seem to hear them at all? Are you worthy? Are you a better listener?
Cherished moments spent with our loved ones, emotions of meeting again an old friend, the thrill of a new love. These are keys that unlock broken hearts and have the power to liberate the mind!
Mixed sensations gambled within her mind and her body: the chilly wind combined with the burning candle wax that found shelter on her hand were the ingredients that gave birth to wandering thoughts…
I’m a 27-year-old woman, passionate about writing and life in general. My name is Larisa and I live in Bucharest, Romania. Proud wife and mother of a three-year old girl, addicted to organizing and planning, I find my guilty pleasure in late nights’ inspiration, when I can free my thoughts and create stories.
“Don’t forget – no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories you have to tell.” (Charles de Lint)