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Sitting in the park, going through some things, finding peace. I looked down and saw this beside me…I’ve always been a huge believer in signs from nature, from the universe, from the heavens, from anything out there. It’s a symbol of hope, a symbol of something to believe in. Glimmers ✨🪶

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3AM thoughts.

I hope you remember me like you remember your mothers touch.

Warm. Young. Innocent. Begging for love. Crying out openly for attention.

I hope you remember me like you remember anything at all that mattered. To you.

I know boys like you…and I mean boys, not men.

I know boys like you like fast, momentary, not monumental things.

Things you can hold under your thumb, and release them when you’re done.

Things that glow but never light a spark in you.

Because your dark is too damp

It’s too tainted by things from your childhood you can’t undo. Things that will continue to haunt you.

So instead you blame everyone you touch instead of you

Now you’re writing these lines about people you admire but in past times have told me their actions have expired any good left in you

So the cycle and the genetics continue, the lies, the abuse, the narcissism you’re accustomed to

Instead of taking responsibility for this being any part of you, you take it and turn it into the heart of you.

Whether you mean to or want to, instead of facing it, you take it out on either what or who faces you

What you really want is a martyr not a smarter person In front of you

You’re so broken you can’t see the broken side of you

So you’ll continue to blame all the hurting parts of you in other people

Until you see the same sequel of people coming and then leaving too

So good luck in ever achieving a better belief in you

Because cycles don’t only repeat themselves but pass down to people too

And I blame you for ever seeing the blue in me, taking it, making yours, and leaving too

I know one day you’ll have a child, make them yours and they get the clue

And then you finally know what it’s like to be left shattered without the glue

No I don’t wish that, only the hurt

Of what it feels like to leave others with dirt in their wounds, wishing they could be rescued soon

Praying on the moon, the sun, God, anyone that will listen

That will have an empathetic cell left in their system

Because knowing you is knowing hope, it’s wishing love, it’s knowing brokenness doesn’t come without the symptoms of feeling whole and then bleeding out slowly from the soul

And not knowing exactly where you were going with this

Time is slowly slipping from my grip

I hope one day you will learn

How it feels to recover from these burns

Hoping my mind takes a turn from wishing this on you

Hoping that you will one day go through what I went through with you

But that’s not the heart in me

Instead I hope you grow smart like me and one day show love

In all the pain you felt was shoved down your throat that caused others hurt

I hope that One day you will heal before it kills you slowly

Lonely

Painfully

Lowly.

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The past can sometimes weave webs of itself. Either to get you caught up in it, or perhaps to lead you on a new path. Either way you turn, it’s the spider that you expect. That you fear most. What we don’t realize, is it’s the fear of the unknown that builds our path. It’s the waiting. The wondering. The timing. It’s everything we question. Everything we regret. It’s knowing the next step we choose could be defeat. But also realizing the unknown. That next step we take could lead to peace. To understanding. To infinity. Escape. It could be what we never imagined we’d find. When the paths before us seem insurmountable, devastating, possibly terrifying…that is when we find our strongest, truest, most resilient self. Even though it seems defiant, really it is finding. Knowing. Breathing. Gaining. Please, never quit. Your journey MEANS something. If not to someone else, to your future self. We all, always have learning to do. This world that seems cut and dry, black and white, there are glimmers of light in between. You just have to see them. Choose them. Be them.

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