Bringing some of @taylorwsims magic and some poetry collab to you soon. For now, here's me feeling uncomfortable in my own skin, which we all so often do. Try to see yourself through the eyes of someone who loves you. Think of positive words others would use to describe you. Say them out loud. Hold them close. Believe that they are true. My words, which I said out loud (I swear) are Brave, Fierce, Interesting and Passionate.
sometimes I keep waiting because if you wanted to talk, you'd talk. but back then I didn't realize your silence was the clearest statement you made.
sorry for disappearing for a few days. things have been a mess.
So blessed to call you mine, and so thankful to have someone so patient and loving while I figure everything out. Never in a million years I would've thought basic chit chat would turn into talking everyday, long flights, living ten mins away from eachother, and you turning into my best friend. You are a light in my life and I'll see you soon!
Musings from the my private journal...🥀✨
I can’t see beyond these walls
These shades of gray won’t let me go
And I can’t seem to leave this place
Because it’s all I’ve ever known.
A silence wrapped in crimson tears
Echoes neither there nor here
A madness built on empty fears
A sorrow bourne of lonely years.
Head over to the blog, www.rozdelgado.com, to read the rest...🍃💕 #poetry#journalmusings#shadesorgray#hiddenpiecesofmyheart
I think that a miscommunication starts with our individual selves. I hate this game the world plays now but somehow, it's found a foothold in our lives. You wait for me to miss you though thoughts of me are all plastered on your face. Your reaction to the world says you're waiting to be noticed; you're waiting for your absence to be given recognition and this is how we lose each other. You put blames on others whereas you're no different. Or when last did you make that call too? When last did you send the message? If you're as busy as you think then so are they and in the end you ask why love is never enough. The trajectory of a gap. The road to falling out. Till we begin to mutually make sacrifices without being asked to, the question of what went wrong will never cease to surface. You shouldn't call it love if you fear being considered as desperate or trash or if you fear being taken for granted.
It matters not
which is the first to flower
or the last to wither
the sun cares not who
is first to spring
is last to fall
though each are
they are all beautiful
in their own right
in their collective splendor
unity is not obsolete
one among many
greater than any