There will be maybe one or two people who will enter your life and leave their mark on you throughout your lifetime. Those kind of encounters you never forget them.
how are you supposed to feel worthy of something when you have gone your entire life only experiencing the opposite of what you want? i despise and feel enraged when people tell me that i must believe in myself, that this is the key that will open opportunies. maybe i do not think i am unlovable because i have a low self esteem. maybe i really think i'm smart and funny and interesting but when you are unnoticed and your presence seems to not make impact on a single person, you start to wonder. maybe some of us like themselves a whole lot but we feel like we should not do that. a fact is different from an opinion because the former expresses a reality and not a taste, so how can i know for a fact that all the good things within me are real and not a result of pure delusion - pushed by the instinctual human nature to think we are better than what we really are - if no one notices? we can love ourselves all we want but if we are doomed to be these ghosts who are present but not really, it is never going to be enough. at the end of all things, life is an act of showing off. we only exist if someone else looks our way; if they don't we are pure nothingness. and some of us have gone an entire life without that privilege.
In the heart of the old town there's a parkland with old trees
Old buildings, narrow streets, a perfume of lemon in the air
It's september, still summer
And I like the way the wind stirs up the leaves in the gutter
The quiet warm afternoon
Poetry in the detail
Dans le cœur de la vieille ville, je traverse le parc aux vieux arbres
Le parfum des citronniers circule entre les vieux bâtiments, les ruelles
Nous sommes septembre, c'est encore l'été, chaud et salé
Et j'aime la tranquillité de l'après-midi écrasé de soleil
La façon dont le vent pousse les feuilles sèches dans le caniveau
La poésie dans le détail
time is a strange, dark companion. Whose Company you’ll keep your entire life. It hardens some and softens others. It gives and it takes away. There’s no where you can hide from the hands of time. It leaves its imprint everywhere, on everything. I see it in my children’s eyes. Simultaneously their past, their present, their future. I see it on my face reflecting back at me, a face I barely recognize. i feel its presence in the landscape. As it changes over and over again all around me. I feel its presence in this bar full of people. Under the hum of the music and sound of voices, it’s there. These are twenty two year olds who never will or never were supposed to get old.. or die.
you dance with time your whole life whether you want to or not. And if you’re very lucky, it will gently lay you down in the end.. when you stop dancing.. and kiss you goodbye.
When you observe me with your softened eyes, I wish they would lay upon me for a lifetime. Your eyes tell stories your lips wouldn’t dare mutter and that’s what I find fascinating about them. I am consumed by fire each time you dare look at me, a complete contradiction to the delicate color of which your eyes hold. A blue so bright it could never compare to glaciers.