Fate

Originally posted on Cristian Mihai:

Untitled-1I don’t know if you believe in fate or not, if you believe in a predetermined order of things. If you believe we’re all puppets on strings, and some higher consciousness is controlling our actions. Maybe you think free will is an illusion, and, in a way, you’d be right to think that.

Why?

Because, whether or not you like it, society, as in everyone who has the power to influence our lives, is constantly trying to “guide” us. It’s how this world has functioned ever since we invented civilization. Everyone around you is trying to help you into becoming who they need you to be.

Not who you want to be, not who you’ve always dreamed of being, but who they need you to be in order for them to be who they want to be.

It’s not complicated or great or sad. It’s just how things work.

But what…

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Alter Ego.

Originally posted on chester maynes:

Part of you is
the me who always
hide under a name
that does not exist.

Part of you is
the someone who is
there when nobody
is really there.

Part of you is
the heart that
dwells to feel
thousand pretensions.

Part of you is
the song that
plays only when
no one is listening.

Part of you is
the road where
feet cannot walk
and they avoid.

Part of you is
the absence that
I always feel and
I feel no you.

2015

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NOWhere?

Where is my life headed? She asks.

To the place you want it, he replied.

Where is that place? She asked again.

If you don’t know, who will? He said.

She was afraid of that answer, for she knew it to be true.

She sighed and shrugged as she continued to wander  in hopeless wonder.

He saw this and he said, close your eyes,

Where you are now, is what matters.

Where you want to be, you will be in time.

What you wish to be, will be.

Just close your eyes.

Let loose, focus and live. 

Trapped by my own expectations

I’m scared.

I’m very scared.

I didn’t know what else do, so I came here to tell you.

Everything scares me.

Life scares me.

The uncertainty of life scares me the most.

I know it’s natural,

Everyone has to face their fears,

face their fate

but I’m at a point in my life,

where the world is my oyster,

life can take any turn I want it to take,

yet I’m stuck;

or do I just feel trapped by my own expectations and high aspirations?

Is possible to know where you want to go but not know how to get there?

These crumbling walls reveal her heart

The world is coming down on me

and I feel my heavy heart is reaching out for you

As much as I say, “I’m over you,”

I guess it will be never be true.

I never thought that you’d be the one to hold my heart

but you came and my world shook with intensity

I never knew anyone could have over me.

I have spent years building these strong walls

Now I just hope you can see through them,

and take credit for its destruction.