I keep so busy, that when I think off you, I can push the thoughts away. I try and forget. But the moment I stop all I can think of is you. Am I the only one who remembers everything. Do I even cross your mind. Do you miss me. Or am I that easily forgotten.
My love so strong it threatens to cripple every Essences of my being
Day 89 – pure excitement flew through my veins as I go out of the confines of the four walls of my home. Go on guess where I went. You’ll never guess I swear it was the most amazing life changing half an hour of my life. I went to the supermarket hahahahahahahahaha
When i was a teen everytime we went past a fire hidron, the first person to jump on it could pass on a free hug
So I don’t tend to talk about the weather. Boring right. But yesterday it kind of felt like my moods.
Started off with beautiful blue clear sky’s , comfortable and warm. As the day drew on the clouds over toke, weather turned cold. Getting home to the beautiful double rainbow of hope. As day turned to darkness the skies opened to the most incredible rain storm. The flash of amazing blue as lightening struck the heavy claps of thunder. Then it clears to finish with a calming warm night.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
We all remember that right, maybe from our childhood. From our mum or dad. From the kid getting bullied.
Well it’s the worse piece of advice I’ve ever heard. Broken bones may hurt, but they heal. Words they are a whole different story.
Words I remember, I have a uncanny memory bank in my poor brain of words. Words of nastiness, pain, anger, hurt. Words stick to me. Try as I may I don’t forget. Words seep into my dreams and nightmares.
“She’s not going to amount to anything”
“She’s fat, she’s ugly”
“She is worthless, bad mum, useless excuse for a human”
“She even failed at trying to kill herself”
So how I see it, it’s
Sticks and stones may break my bones, and your words will forever haunt me