Trust.

I’ve come to a point where I no longer trust anybody. I don’t let anybody come close to me. Because trust for me is letting someone come close to you and opening yourself up to them. Exposing yourself to them, letting them see your weaknesses, relying on them, depending on them for your happiness and letting them into your heart. Because when they leave, it feels like they took a piece of you away with them, ripped out your heart, you feel exposed like being stripped naked in front of the whole world and the hollow space they leave where they once resided in your heart, aches and burns like it’s on fire and frankly it seems that way as well. And in the end, all you can do is watch them walk away, while you stand amongst the rubble and wreckage of what was once your soul. 

Beauty-a rare thing

Beauty, something that is all around us but we rarely find it because we don’t know how or where to look.

Beauty is something that comes from within. It’s the soul that is beautiful not the face. It’s what’s inside your heart. The person that you actually are on the inside that is what should be beautiful. It’s how you react to the people around you, how you treat them. It’s the many unique qualities that you have that make you one in a million, they are beautiful. People, today, mistake beauty as the pretty faces around them. Pretty faces are nothing more than a mirage, an illusion which won’t last long. Because, time, a cruel creature, destroys everything in its path and beauty, among others, just happens to be in it.  Beauty is when a person smiles and that smile touches his eyes, filling them with the joy of life.

Beauty won’t just come to you, you need to find it. Look deep inside the people around you, beauty is everywhere. It’s in their smiles, perfect or twisted. It’s deep inside their gleaming eyes. Beautiful minds and souls make beautiful faces. Pretty faces don’t last, it won’t be long before those faces are scarred by the destruction of old age.

If people love others for their faces and others love them for their faces, won’t they get tired of each other soon? Because if someone makes me smile, it’s the way he is not the way his face is. And people can get tired of the same faces soon enough if they don’t know what’s behind it. If people love someone for their so-called ‘beauty’ and the scar that ‘beauty’ then who do they have by their side? Who loves them now?

People have scarred beauty with their misinterpretations and mixed meanings. The world is materialistic but that doesn’t mean we become like it. Beauty can be anywhere, hidden under the most ugly disguises. Beauty lies in our eyes, how we choose to look for at and where to look for it. Look under that ugly veil and you’ll find the most beautiful soul which even the fairest person couldn’t possess.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

Just another option…

Why is it that I’m always surrounded by two-faced, lying hypocrites? They one person to my face but in front of anybody else they become someone else entirely. Sometimes it feels as if I’m on one side, alone, fighting everybody. It’s as if everybody is from this grown up world and I’m from the kiddy world and they can just come to me lie to my face and leave just like that and I would never know the truth. I mean how stupid do I look to you? They think I’m too much an idiot to notice their lies. And sometimes I truly do feel like a dumbass. I mean, I always put my 100% in every relationship. I never keep secrets, avoid miscommunication, I give them time and space, i trust them and believe them blindly and they just go on to prove that I shouldn’t. Sometimes I feel like I’m just another option to all of them, when everybody else in the world is gone they come to me with their problems. It’s not as if I mind them sharing stuff with me, in fact I love it, but why always the bad stuff? Why don’t they ever tell me the good things that happen? And the worst part is that I can’t leave them. I can’t, i just can’t. Even if I do, I’ll just come back. I can’t be heartless and people just go on and take advantage of my weakness, playing with my heart as if it’s some toy that’s in their possession and will stay there forever, which it probably will. 

And with time, you move on…

As time passes, the suffereing ends. And you realize the importance of life, how short it is. And youtake out all the negative from your life and fill your heart and mind with happy thoughts of peole you love. And your soul, pure as Diana, the Goddess of chastity, shines like a star, bright in the midst of the unlit and dark sky.