🌞Soulmates🌞

They say that since sea turtles are born, they know how to find their way home. They use the earth’s magnetic field like a map to their home, to their loved ones.
For us, that biological compass is our hearts. We may get lost on the way and explore the map of the world, but we will always find our way back to each other.

-N.G

Today was the first day I could talk about love with ease
There was no grief in my words
No sadness in my heart
It felt kind of surreal, to realize I’ve really moved on
I knew it in my bones but to really see it come to life…
It was a surprise
You see,
I tend to let grief crunch my bones
Til all I am is numb
But this time
I cut the strings that tied us together
And I was finally free
Then I finally looked up and I breathed in the fresh rainy air
That’s when it hit me
~ Destiny’s got no hold on me anymore

We look at the same picture but we do not have the same reality
I see every shade of pain, love, and healing; only for it all to fade again
You see shades of black and white
Just as you did our relationship and everything else in your life for that matter
Maybe that was just it; that’s why we grew apart
I cared, loved too much, and you, not enough
You saw everything as black and white, and I painted everything I saw in colours
One would say it’s about effort, one would say it’s about common reality.
In the end, we had neither
~ I saw colour in everything, you were colourblind

You know the most painful part of having a gentle soul?
It is not that we are fragile;
But that this world is full of wolves disguised as sheep with friendly faces
Sweet creatures ready to scratch your heart and shred it to pieces
And as you get up, with your heart in pieces in your hands, you are shocked at the lack of surprise on others people’s faces
But dear child, don’t you realize?
They are built of the same cloth after all…

I thought I ruined everything
I was gonna pack my things and run away
But then you picked up my pieces
And put them back together like a puzzle
Trying to figure out this mess of a picture
To me, I was a hopeless, tangled piece of a mess; broken, left on the shelf
To you, I was the prettiest puzzle on the shiny shelf
~ prized possession

I don’t see sunshine and rainbows anymore
I see sunsets, and crows gnawing away at my dead parts
And I don’t move
Because what’s dead can’t hurt me anymore
~ my feelings for you

🌱Deep Roots 🌱
My mom always scared me of the permanence of tattoos
But I think that some things need to be permanent, for you to feel them deeply
It’s the difference between stickers and tattoos, simple fear and phobia, like and love.
You feel the former on your skin; it passes by time and gets forgotten.
The latter is different. You feel it in your skin, it’s imbedded in you.
The tattoo is the ink in your skin, a symbolism of a love you have for an entity or a symbolism of an experience not easily forgotten.
You feel the phobia of bees with every inch of your being, it moves your body or paralyzes you completely.
You feel the love you have for your partner like the butterflies in your stomach, like the blood rushing in your vessels.
These can only be felt so deeply because they have a root in you. Because you let them grow, and water what’s deep within.
So get the tattoo, feel all the phobias, show all the love; and be a person with deep roots <3

Today, I visited one of the most beautiful places in the world again.
I realized, that after numerous times, even the most special places become “regular” to the viewer
What does that say about the “ordinary” then?
What does that say about love?
To see one so ordinary countless times and still find them beautiful , to not only see their flaws, but… to love them as if they’re the most extraordinary thing in the world.
One must have the most beautiful heart, eyes and soul, to be able to view another as such.

Dear diary,
It feels strange to say that I’m over it
The pain, the loss, the heartbreak
I used to think that those moments would last forever
That I would feel the lingering sensation for eternity
But maybe it’s true what they say;
Time really does change everything
I don’t feel the bruises they left on me anymore
I forget painful memories
I go on with my day, week, even month…
Without talking to the people I couldn’t imagine life without
It feels strange
To not be attached to the things that seemed beautiful yet hurt me
Maybe it was me loving myself more
Or maybe … it was waking up to meet another me
She is more kind, loving, and understanding
She does so much for me
And as much as it sounds strange to say
Im glad she’s changed
She’s done more for me in the past three months
than anyone has done in the past twenty years
So thank you, you
For getting me over the pain, the tragedy, and the heartbreak
And thank you for showing me kindness, love, and empathy
I am a much better and happier person now because of it
Best, Me <3