Life it’s self is purely created by imagination. Everything we attract has been somehow created in our brains.
Let’s imagine for a minute all the presents one could ever want during the most commercialized materialistic season of the year could be over taken by your mind. In this world, the need for a creepy old man who you let your kids sit on his lap for the sake of dumb traditions is no longer needed. The power of the mind will make it all happen, children’s materialistic desires for toys will magically appear right before their eyes. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?!
It would be such an amazing thing for the children but not so much for the parents who want to show how much they love their children with the money that they spend. Somehow that need to threaten them into being compliant would be ineffective. Shopaholics will go into detox without a reason to spend.
One thing will remain the same. Homes filled with useless things, Christmas will still be all about gifts, The boulevard of broken dreams will still be a thing for those who’ve lost real things that matter which money could never buy.
When I look into those drowning deep blue eyes, I lose my will to live. Your touch rubs within my pores like sand paper. What have I done to deserve this? Every once in a while the sound of your voice compels me to scream. Holding hands makes my hands sweat, Sweat with anticipation of your bad breath against my face. Oh how I hope for the days of letters and telegraph, Where it would take a long time for you to come back. Tell me all the things I never dare to hear, My heart will surely beat on every line, Until you finally reach the end of the love we share, I shall take my last breath with your warm body by my side.
I’m not much of a story teller at least that’s what I tell myself. So let’s imagine for a moment I have a story to tell.
The story about the time when all my fears faded away and I began to live every moment boldly from one to the next. No one who knew me understood my situation so they asked “what’s the matter?” To what I answer proudly “nothing does” as I walk out the door.
As time goes on the urge to do something crazy overtakes me so I decide to leave town without anyone knowing where to find me. Family will deal and so will the rest of the world. I am on a mission to fulfill my soul.
“How many lives will I have to live before my true self can exist?” I wondered while waiting at the airport. So much of our lives we live it for others. Not ever stoping to do something for ourselves. Something that may not resonate with the lie of a life we’ve built up to date.
Life is like a game of truth or dare.
Tell the TRUTH no matter what at all times? Or Would you DARE to live an authentic life?
The price of ever being in love requires your mind to be haunted.
To get stuck with such lamenting memories of yesterday’s past.
Not that long ago I had you with me, touching, kissing and restricting my being.
It was like being boiled slowly as I watch the essence of myself vapor away and it felt purposeful.
At the time like most things we work hard to earn felt like it was part of the plan.
To earn a spot in the ever-evolving loop of coupled souls that makes up the population of none lonely souls. Part of the not lonely or unwanted demographic.
Such status must be cherished while putting the necessary efforts that it takes to maintain.
No matter how suffocating it feels to give up yourself.
What is it about being single that makes your ex coupled life memories haunt you?
This happens even when logic reminds you why is good no more.
No more toxic cycles to avoid dealing with your demons, neediness to value the other over self and keep up with societal pretenses.
The mind can make it all connect but what can make it click for the heart.
Oh emotionless organ we choose to strongly assign so much of our pain.
Knowing that science would prove otherwise and finally give the heart its rightful functional duties. To pump blood and keep our organs functioning.
The heart has no time for pain unless its physically induce.
Yet to make sense of our internal emotional torment we label it heartbreak.
As time goes on we eventually realize, Everything is just as it is meant to be.
