Not our Anniversary.

I started my blog because I believed people should not be ashamed of how they feel. The world allows you to express it, you don’t have to say it.

It doesn’t have to be only in poetry or art

 it can even be in music or dance. The message on the shirt you wear the make up you put on. It doesn’t have to be in a blog post, you don’t have to be as extra as I am, but again why not,

it can even be on a random page in a math book or in your phone. It can even be a three minute call it doesn’t have to be an hour it doesn’t have to be two it doesn’t have to be over coffee but it can be. You don’t have to tell anyone but you must know yourself you must be honest with yourself if you decide to tell anyone.

There is no shame in feeling and I think that’s what so many of us are embarrassed of and try to hide. Suppress. But here is a special thought,

tell me how you feel today how you’ve felt for the past one month,how the past one or two years have been 

It’s no big to feel like you are not at the right place in time . It’s not fine to feel like you are not fine but its not wrong. 

and it’s okay to constantly want to work on yourself.

Hey think about this,

How will you ever improve yourself if you never feel like you need to be in a better place

For the person feeling like I was

And here I feel so low goodness so down I don’t see a light at the end of this tunnel I don’t see any way up I feel like the Ls have been too many and I can’t undo or erase. I can’t restart my life I cant explain. It’s constant failure, disappointment, its constant setbacks and I want to do better but my past is controlling the weather. I want to feel the sun on my face but its gloomy gloomy gloomy in my room and everyday it’s hailstones and thunder and my lack of happiness is starting rain drops when I live this space…

Ive tried drinking water and getting my life together but it’s too many times I’ve failed how do I know this time I won’t just fail again? What’s the point who cares why do I need to take up space?

I’ve not done psychology but I believe these questions is just your mind looking for something to hold on to and you and only you can give it to it 

At least not most of us have the courage of seeing a psychologist leave alone the privilege. What about the courage of simply saying it out loud? Letting our families know as if global warming and cancer is not already enough problems in the world for you to come up complaining about how you feel?

so

Here’s the thing

Only you can decide to not give up on you and sometimes I think that’s the harsh truth we are not being told considering the situations we are living.

and yes maybe we can’t change the situations we are living in but we can change how we deal with the situations we are in.

And this is where you are at. Mentally only you decide.

Because what if today or this week is not the last time you are feeling like crap. What if the next year is going to be shit and the year after that maybe even worse global warming and corruption aside

How do you know you can withstand if the world doesn’t give you anything to stand against? 

How do you know you have courage in you if you have no fear to face? 

You’ve made it this far past my post you can make it through today and the life after that. 

But my point simply is, it’s not supposed to be easy and it’s not all the time that you are going to make a to do list you are going to tick all the boxes. It’s not everyday you are going to feel like a Pinterest quote and it doesn’t mean you are lacking in self love if you don’t. It’s not everyday you are going to be disappointed in yourself and it’s not everyday you are going to have a bad day.

But on the days that you do in the situations you have to accept and the ones you need to improve, do your part,

don’t sleep around on the thought, you know it will feel worse tomorrow. At the least you now know you are not the only one who has crappy moments. Love and range is portioned out to all of us. Yes you reading this quietly, privately …

Its like this, kwa ground

this is how it is . So what do I do what can I really do ?

Open your mind and allow that hope to dive on the possibility of a better version of yourself

And  I’m sure it will cause thats how much you love yourself and thats how much your mind, the same one, is willing to improve itself if you allow it.

So yeah, long post ‘lmao’ but I’ve always felt more purposeful by being my genuine and authentic self and something told me to post this right here as my last post. For some reason I’m sure it will resonate with at least even if it’s one person. 

And to all the beautiful amazing people who’ve been reading my posts ever since my unapologetically emotional self started writing and have appreciated the photography that came along with it to try and explain my 21 thoughts thank you! 

I always feel like it’s a last post until I post again haha but for now, onto adulting 

love, Waceke.

( leave your thoughts and comments down below and let me know how you really feel ~insert nonso amadi’s voice ~ If you like do share  🙂 

Photographer @lennylenya_

SUPPRESSION

; has being positive become a new form of moral correctness? are we pushing aside normal emotions to embrace false positivity?

; show up to the journal of your heart. when we are open to difficult emotions, we are able to generate solutions, which is the pathway to our best selves. diversity is also what is inside people. courage is not an absence of fear.

~a ted talk.

I LOVE ME BUT

WHAT IS THIS LOVE THAT HAS TO BE PORTIONED?

• 

LOVE I HAVE TO LOVE MINIMAL

LOVE I CANNOT SHOUT

I LOVE TO LOVE PHYSICAL

LOVE THAT HAS TO BE UNFORGIVING

• 

• 

LOVE THAT HAS TO BE CHAINED

LOVE THAT HAS TO BE RATIONED

LOVE THAT FEELS LIKE RAIN

LOVE THAT POURS EMPTY CUPS OF SATURATED PAIN

LOVE THAT HAS TO BE A STAIN

LOVE THAT HAS TO BE A STRAIN

• 

• 

LOVE THAT PLAYS HIDE AND SEEK WITH HONESTY

LOVE, I LOVE YOU BUT HOPELESSLY,

I love,

I LOVE ME.

these are the thoughts that are making me weak. these are the thoughts that are making me dream, past midday.

• 

MORE THAN WE HAVE KNOWN

A FRIEND ZONE ;

friend,

care can be understood

understand, this love has not been diffused

platonic love can be confused

for love and love and care is what i have so much for you

NOT ROMANTICALLY

AND IF THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE SEARCHING FOR

YOU HAVE TO BE PATIENT WITH THE WORLD JUST LIKE BEFORE

before you go

before you let me go

please let me know

before you are back you will have done more

than let this go,

not us ,

AREN’T WE MORE ?

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PHOTOGRAPHER: SHITANDA

MODEL: WACEKE.B

TRACKS.

track 1 – the human species.

Onto some days like a bird with a broken wing onto others flying.

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track 2 – the unspoken word.

i want to share

I WANT TO SHAME SHAMING !

i want to tell my story to someone hiding theirs.

track 3 – the message. ‘ after a big mess we get our lives together, at some point yes? in those moments though after wild correctives,

we at times lose balance and find ourselves in a blur, in some sort of dust, in some lighter dark. we try our best to keep it together. we fight to make it look like we are keeping keeping it together.

we fall into hiding the strains and the strain of the pains that are going on and live in a trance of faking perfection.

we can have everything together but sometimes that is just temporary, just like not having anything together. ‘

• 

• 

track four

young girl, why are you chasing a chasing man

or are you a woman?

Let me tell you a story.

The night is moving slowly.

Like your eyes on my thighs closely.

You smoke like you want me.

You hold me like you have me.

You don’t know how to dance with me.

___ but in the dark,

• 

• 

I learn.

Hurt hearts make fools.

track 5 – the memory.

i really love and hate this song

it reminds me of the day it rained and you dragged me along

i did not notice how long i was gone , i did not feel how cold.

> > >

track 6 – DELETE FOR EVERYONE.

hey,

i hope you find stars in the ceilings if it’s too cold to go outside and feel things.

• 

the lie on track 7.

i was told she is younger than my goodbyes

why is it so cold and it’s no longer July?

when you lie next to her then her bed is warmer than mine.

track 8 – trust.

you shiver,

hold your hand.

you calm your thoughts.

make a line,

from those dots.

you breath out,

and in you calm your heart.

you are not drowning , you are simply experiencing and learning.

trust yourself, trust your might.

trust the strength that is still fighting.

• 

• 

track 9 – ONA TU!

i mean, look at you!

still standing. still doing things. don’t you dare go thinking you are not a tough one.

still…

YANI ULE MBAYA TU!

don’t you dare go thinking feeling weak is being weak.

so clean up your dirty laundry and stop wearing those mistakes. iron out the doubt out and straighten your path out, focus your mind. now focus your light on the portholes peeking, its a rough journey but you stay driven, you stay passionate and you stay loving

yourself and all that is worth it.

Onto some days like a bird with a broken wing, onto others flying.

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track 10 – the childhood prayer.

To find a strong way to accept my weakness.

To find a beautiful way to draw the ugly.

Model: Maryanne Mwangi

Photographer: Waceke.b

something more than nothing.

i am making these clouds above my head rain

my own persistence sent to make me crazy, to test me!

Have you ever heard loud silence?

It’s as empty as the bottles we drink,

no satisfaction.

As empty as the mismanaged lovers mismatched with our souls,

no satisfaction!

They’ve been taught how to draw with broken colours by their others.

dear human,

you had a path before you stambled on mine,

please keep walking,

this one is full of potholes,

and gold ports

and darkness, and light and,

beautiful streams and ugly streets.

I was never good at letting people go.

Now i’m getting better at that you see.

I think it’s sad how we grow older and lose patience.

It’s even sadder how we grow older and have it taken away from us.

in the middle of a white canvas there was a black spot

and several others ending life’s sentences

one read: ‘There are others.’

because,

hers were layers

her life cannot be put in just a single line!

If your potholes and gold ports were to be taken away, and your beautiful streams and ugly streets today,

you would not be.

This past time i have spent most of my energy trying to figure out that grey area…

Why it’s not black,

Why is it not white ?

And why ‘we’ exist, the point the reason the need to everything…

I simply couldn’t see it!

Why we need to wake up in the morning or go to sleep at night!

…and because of this I found myself never immersed in anything wholly.

There are so many answers if you are searching.

Here is my truth ____ I still don’t know____

2019 February and the questions are like feathers now.

being blown away with the dust going away.

the desire as well, astray.

So, my simple conclusion to my own thoughts was;

It is you

It is i

you choose to be something more than nothing

you will to be more than nothing and you need to be be okay with being something

and life is the chance to be that something.

Much love to you guys who have been reading my blog!

Photography with Alvin Musebe.

I’m just a girl,

To all the people that I have not deserved,

keep in your mind the things that make you happy.

Keep in your heart the people that make you happy.

happy,

I thought I was dreaming,

in the middle of oceans.

Two stars I was seeing,

burning inside blue water.

Orange layers and purple layers and blue layers and red layers and yellow layers

Of sun rays, of a sunset

rising.

rising,

You made me feel like an angel off  wings,

like I had the power to stop your storms with my skin.

You made me feel safe and somehow complete,

like there was something wrong with the world and not me.

You made me happier than I had ever been,

…the past few months had been really steep.

steep,

Once upon a time I met a feeling beyond feelings…

Now I understand what I want in this living.

I want the whole heart beating.

Why do you settle for just a breathing?

breathing,

He saw I was paralyzed by all these,

and so he stayed and watched and talked to the stars and me.

The night.

The sky was so clear… he watched me watching them.

The stars.

The light was so bright I could not hide in the dark…

and so we watched each other.

The moon watching us.

the MOON,

But I’m just a girl,

while you are an island!

I am just a world.

you look like the whole universe.

us.

MADE BELIEVE.

A poem birthed by a false story made believe.

Because it is always personal.

Most times we say it is not.

A generation of women,

This generation of us,

We are expected of, so much.

Expected to be strong and never weak,

Never in need, never pleased.

We are disrespected when we are weak,

When we are free.

When we speak.

I found him when his art was broke.

I filled his paint until it overflowed.

Brushed it so far to keep him close.

I was afraid to draw on my own,

So I sculpted us when he fell.

I sculpted him when he broke.

I will write about you.

You can almost not write about me.

You never took your time and I like a flower,

I never just opened.

I read all the misunderstood versions of you I found written.

Intensely,

Repetitively.

I cannot draw anything else for you,

Not anymore.

So maybe read my poetry.

Poor words honestly.

I’m losing my mind, I’m losing my modesty.

I have lost your loyalty.

As last time I did this time my heart will strip as I ask you to leave.

We cannot live by deceit.

I don’t heal.

Why do I not heal?

Why do I still feel;

I  was not worth who you were and still,

Like less of a treasure,

And you are the one who deserved better…

Look into my honesty and say you feel the weather, 

On your face, you feel the sun unlike the space

I feel with every other pleasure.

But what I have said does not tear you apart, does it ?

It doesn’t strip your heart like mine does, does it ?

Come close, does not touch it.

Maybe, they are all just maybes. 

Maybe,

Maybe.

Maybe!

Maybe if you made me believe and trust in you,

I would have prayed and stayed with you.

I would have said what they said, I listened about you.

I would have drawn how I feel on all the uncertainties.

This generation of us,

We are expected of, so much.

Expected to be strong and never weak,

Never in need, never pleased.

We are disrespected when we are weak,

When we are free.

When we speak.

Photography by Waceke.b

Models: Mark Njoroge and Mark Zereda.

Sun and Flower Scrap Piece.

 

before i wrote this poem i thought this poem smiling,

you know the one you give tightening,

the lump in your throat developing.

it started off as a sun and flower scrap piece

like the ones they write about loving,

living my best life typa-thing…

then you came to mind.

i did nothing.

 

it gets to a point where you want to feel things.

God’s speed.

i trust in His feet, I DO.

but the view from up above, i can’t help looking for you.

what do you do,

what do you love,

what do you not…

love.

all the scenes in my life and i haven’t got to it

i haven’t got to you, you haven’t got to me

but that’s not what i meant it to be

before the stinging i smiled in

a sun and flower scarp piece

 to you from within me…

we are not all we need,

we are part of what we have and who we are

love.

imagine if one day the sun disappeared,

wouldn’t the flowers look down for it?

where are you, 

where do you love,

where can i come?

 

 

WRITE,

you’ve taught me that pain is endurable and that love is measurable but lack of it is indescribable why do you then say i don’t deserve what i give in mine. life. how could time be so kind to me when i have not suffered like you have been through it? what do you feel when your body is turning cold other than numbness when your heart does not want your soul when your mind does not want your cold? you are not as bold as they have been shown. you are a media reflection of the person you want to become.

…

 

i left silver and, blue petals with my steps next to where you were, growing a garden in the middle of an ocean of stars, you were smiling as wide as my thoughts of you and i have been riding, residing inside your mind, dancing every other night the sun hides when the moon, like the blue on your lips in my thighs, lies, quietly floating in this ocean of you and i

but darling let me ask,

has your past defined you or has it grown you? will your future be defined by you or will it find you?

…

in the beginning of this year we received cards and roses. and i took a bunch and kept bloom in my room. and every time i remembered to take care of my Self. i would remember to take care of the roses. some days i watched the flowers fade color. some days i found them faded. one day i found them all dead. that day i asked myself to live. from the inside out. to take care of my Self unlike i had the roses.

you sit down with a boy and you bond over and you talk about joy, you tell how your heart has been overtoyed. you trust that kind of joy. you destroy

you are still working on the parts you let be toyed you haven’t destroyed.but you don’t cry on the night in. still, you don’t fight when the heart-strings sing. still, you let it out and take it out in a poem. you feel.

to not be honest with yourself when you are a creative is one of the worst things you can do to yourself because after you are done you cannot really relate with your craft. you can never be completely satisfied. it becomes as if someone else told the story and you published took the picture you edited wrote the words you sang filtered the make up you applied acted out the life you lived.

Photographer: Waceke.b

Model: Grace Wanja

The child form of a woman.

I don’t understand you master,

I don’t understand you !

You look like you just saw a blue moon, I only touched you.

You are so pale,

so pale…

You dried eyes are looking at me,

I can hear your thoughts talk.

 

 

‘You are a missing piece.

You are missing peace.

There is no missing piece here.’

 

It’s loud and its clear.

 

There’s so much we do with fear.

There’s too much we do with fear.

 

And to think I finally found the strength to live in it.

“How to break a girl down; pick up her shuddered pieces and toss them around then leave them to drown.”

Darling, the deep-sea on your lips is salty.

The air is humid and your heart is full of fury.

Let it flow. Let it go.

To not drown in despair when you are left to drown in the fear of 

never ever being able to grow back into being 

as firm as you were.

…

You are always as strong as you can be. 

 

 

Dear broken pieces of self you reflect beautiful colors when you show yourself you’ve given birth to a woman be proud of yourself.

 

You are grown. Grow whole.

And do not cloud back.

The sun shines for the child form of a woman you are,

to raise.

Rise !

Art with Lenny Lenya.

UNREAD CHAPTERS OF BRAVERÝ.

 

It takes strength and needs so much more times the number of letters of it to walk away from what you have given love. What you have grown to love. What you have learnt to show affection to.

 

To walk away from what your heart is not willing to…

You have to be so much more than just brave to allow yourself to let go.

 

DEAR WAÇEKE,

 

I  think you would have loved these yellow lights .

 

 

Laugh in my mind when I need it,

Love in my life when I feel it,

Whisper in my heart when he speaks it and means it,

And because  you taught me how to love without a rewinding grandmother…

 

 

She taught me how to smile with my spirit,

She said I could light up the night’s sky and,

She told me to fly and,

She cared for,

Carried me with her every breathing.

 

 

And where do I pay for this love ?

TELL ME

How far is the heaven up here ?

‘Think about it, there must be a higher love. Down in the heart and in the stars above. Without  it, life is wasted time.’ _James Vincent McMorrow.

But I, I hope you can see how strong I have become and how strong I am becoming.

I am a big girl now, big girls smile with their spirits.

I hear yours in mine.

 

 

The birds miss your voice.

The whispers too, mama they were a tune …

Photographer: Lenny Lenya.

APÖLOGETIC.

2k17

I am

Genuinely Honestly Tired

Tired of apologizing

I am exhausted

All of me

And I can’t be sad and sorry

I can’t be sorry for being anymore

Take A Kindness for weakness

Then take An apologetic heart as weakness

Why have you assumed it’s a cheap cheap heart?

You can’t buy an apologetic heart

I am 2k17

I am drained for being

what i feel like. i feel like if you point out your mistakes, they become your flaws. i promise you i was given no manual for life and life choices in the beginning _and if you didn’t share the manual: how to live right in 2k17. why do you bend my heart apologetic 2k17.

 

All these emotions will fight you,

All these emotions will slave you,

But all these emotions will never lie to you,

All these emotions will guide you.

am sorry that my skin is brown and my blood a shed of red.

am sorry that when i speak i only talk about my daily bread.

am sorry that i milk words from my heart and feed you.

i need you

to understand. understand  am growing and these lessons are allowing. me. to express myself.

what i feel like. i feel like you look an extremist on these good days. do you think they are numbered? maybe one more millionth reason to lose it in the moment. damn it 2k17. alright. i need to keep you asleep the rest of your nights. quiet your silence, i need to hear myself decide.

I am apologizing and apologizing for what I do not like,

What I do not want,

What I cannot do and,

Who I have not become.

I am apologizing because I do not like what you like,

I do not want exactly what you want,

I cannot do what you can do and,

I have not become who you want me to be.

I am forgetting what I love,

I am forgetting what it is that I want,

I am forgetting what I have the ability to do and,

I am forgetting who I want to be.

“I’m afraid you’re under the impression that I was made to please you.

I was under the impression you understood me better.”

 

SPËCIAL.

…

tell me what it is you see when you stare at me,

when you look past my color of skin,

my thick skin, my beliefs.

tell me what it is that you miss when you miss me

…

 

 

CHEAP GLÏTTER

Today I let my tears flow, I let them go

I let the hurt through, just because I want to

Some ones I trusted

Are the ones that haven’t lasted

This is how the story goes

You love you want love

All of you

And you and you

And I and I and I

Think I gave more than enough to

Even when I never felt enough from

Too many

Am not sad over nothings

Am angry because of some things

And you

And you

And you

I wish there were other beings

I had grown to focus on

But why do I blame me

You are that type of species

And you’ve proved you can’t be

Better than this

But today

I feel rage more than I have

More than I hear

The ringing in my ear

So much time spent on vanity things

I see how you throw away all we did

You say you don’t understand me

Once

But twice thrice

More than four times

I have taken time to study your chimes

When your melodies didn’t make sense

I  listened to your rhymes …

The things we do for family

Because blood runs deeper than other things

But is that it?

That must be it.

That is it!

I won’t come back to you

I won’t walk back for you

My heart has ran dry of care for you

Am bitter too

So much time I’ve wasted to think as much as I do

All because of you

I burn with fucking beautiful colors

Flames like feathers

Angered by your nature

I choke on cheap glitter and smoke

You’ve been lighting the floor

Walking back and forth

Waiting for me to thaw

But oh darling, no

I don’t fall

I just walk out the door

And draw a line

I align

I refine

Don’t ask me the night you come across my light

Just look up at the stars’

Realize

That’s how far I move aside

Photographer: Kevin Macharia.

Art on: Brian Mureithi.

LÜHV YOURSELF !

Hello Legit Society !

Its been a while family but we are back !☄

I have been writing less, haven’t I? But I want to work on that. What are you working on?

So, on this MIA period of mine, I spent some time with a friend who I have come to learn so much from. Her experience has elevated her to be such a strong beautiful person inside out and she is not afraid to share. She speaks and writes about self-love on levels I realized many guys were relating to… and so I asked her if she could spread some love to this society.

This is what she had to say….

It is only when you have truly mastered the art of loving yourself that you can love others. ~Robin S. Sharma

Then what is self-love? I believe self-love is listening to yourself; taking time off for yourself for some self discovery; having honest conversations with yourself; continuously working to better yourself; doing your best to be in line with the actual person you want to be in this life.

Remember the dreams we had when we were five years old, well it is thirteen or so years later… this is the time to actually set out and achieve them. There isn’t another. You best believe that doing that will take changes. It will require you to cut of so many old habits and people who are not helping your growth process. This may be the hardest part because staying in the normalcy is much easier than breaking away and being an individual. Trust me though, normalcy is not the most beneficial. Some times the universe will push you out of your comfort zone: take this as a positive sign showing you that is not your niche in this world. If you take yourself on as a project, you will always appreciate the experiences that shape you. And in the process you will love yourself.

You alone can be the best version of yourself.

You are an artist at living your work of art is your life. ~Suzuki.

-Tirok Ivy

Isn’t being you already a blessing. I mean, you are one in more than a billion, literally. There were days , on my wild thoughts after watching Vampire Diaries I would imagine that maybe, just maybe, I do have a doppelgänger and maybe one day we might meet and …you know , background action music and all that ☈ rah! pah!! stuff ..but you all know there’s only one type of you, uniquely created. So legit society , respect and love that person who you is continuously.👣

 

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Photogrpher: Shitanda

Models: Tirok Ivy, Waceke.b

GOOD VIBES ONLY

Wasuh Legit society,

You ever watch a movie so good it leaves you in this intense mood for about an hour or day where you feel like your whole life is a movie and you are that main character that’s got the happiest ending? You ever get that?? Some weird surge of positive energy…Ama it’s just me…mhh

So I watched this movie eh? Right now I feel like the most inspired human on earth.

This is what I got from it …

Real deep stuff!

“It takes real courage to uncover yourself. To glance back with affection

And appreciation of what has been. Once you were going to set the world on fire, bring the stars closer, remember? Today we all have our fair share of cinders along with the memory of few bright sparks to show for our effort.

We have buried hope under layers of endless excuses, bitter failures, unexpected circumstances, good intentions, wrong choices, naiveté, bad timing, disappointments, rejection, and stupid mistakes __God! You can only be so human. And man is to error right? How far have your errors taken you?

It’s no wonder you need boldness to retrace yourself. But in the process make peace with the knowledge that you can’t sleep and wake up with gold running in your veins.

Ala!? It just doesn’t work like that.

Be kind to yourself. Respect the process. Allow the process. There is a glow in you. That glow in you, tenderly find it. ’”

 

BUBBLE

 

I asked a friend today what is his view on a relation right now. The kind where we group in love.

The grow in love,

The be in love,

The fall in love.

This is what I understood…

Look at us creating a bubble.

And doesn’t it look amazing while it’s growing.

They start from a surface themselves, we start from each other. And that surface joins together to create a space we find each other in, we create space for each other. We create a relation. That space is that relation.

We blow in it so carefully. So damn carefully.

And so it grows.

Now, the bubble does something to this space.

It sort of delicately secures it.

It secures you. You secure each other. Mentally, emotionally…you find comfort yes? In each other.

This bubble narrows your exposure down to that space.

“That one person.”

 You give some confidence to that.

But

There is this thing about bubbles.

You only find out after you’ve touched this bubble… or after it’s been touched or has touched.

No one’s  ever bursted a bubble from inside. You must be outside the space, the relation, to burst it. Everything else that isn’t either of you inside that space is usually not able touch, or prick your bubble.

But also, this can happen…

The pressure within can refuse to be contained inside your bubble.

 

Mhhh…but here we are still

Young

Confident

And becoming.

Thing is,

bubbles are beautiful.

I bet you’ve seen that rainbow thing they form in the sun yah?

 

But

We have to understand them and accept how delicate they are. We have to be poised enough to take the burst when it happens if it does happen. You can’t just look at a bubble and predict the exact millisecond it will burst can you? At least remember, when it does, it doesn’t burst out into a vacuum .

no.

Dear legit society, be ready to inhale that air.

I mean it’s always been there doing what air does, your life as an individual being has and will always be there

You just took a moment focusing on a specific space, a relation and that’s fine, that’s allowed.

To be in a bubble.

It’s allowed.

 

Why did the bubble cross the road tho?

No. Seriously

Its pop was waiting on the other side

*insert saltguy emoji

 

Gahd, don’t you look Legit!

 

Don’t you think legit too?

Agree with me and let’s prove someone some thoughts are better written than spoken. There is something sound about written thoughts …something honest about them. Something you can’t take back from them 🙂 . My lawd! I sound poetic as f888. Ops! I forgot to press shift there. Or I should just spell out the whole word now …it’s probably in the dictionary by now. Mh!!  How are you still not laughing right now. Lets take a moment and just LAUGH IN LOUD. Five seconds max .That tiny voice inside your head telling you what I wrote …laugh with it. Because why not!

TOO YOUNG TO BE THIS EMOTIONAL

 

We are too young to be this emotional

We are too young to be falling this hard

We are too young to be breaking hearts

We are too young to be saying shit we don’t mean to

Haven’t you been dancing with them?

Laughing about the pain you can’t deny

Haven’t you cried?

And felt great, felt shy

Ticked a list and didn’t lie

 

I mean we are too young to be trying

To be whom we aren’t to feel

To feel, right?