Once I’m off to see the world
I might find my peace of mind
By thinking of what I left behind
Though
Eventually I’ll realise
Everywhere is actually not
Better than here
Better than where I was
– Self Reflection
Once I’m off to see the world
I might find my peace of mind
By thinking of what I left behind
Though
Eventually I’ll realise
Everywhere is actually not
Better than here
Better than where I was
– Self Reflection
I miss waiting in the cold, until I get in your car. I miss having cold hands and you holding them to warm up and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but wrapped in your arms right now, my forehead touching your neck, my breath catching yours and yours catching mine. I can’t believe how used I got to the feeling of being held by you. I realized what a difference it makes when it’s not you.
– Self Reflection

Uprooted pages are the scars of a book. they leave a small piece of what once belonged there and let us wonder, what caused her being torn out of home? Whose hand did she take that was dragging her behind? We notice them like scars on one’s tender skin. They fade but never leave and remind us, our body heals what weakens us.

On some days, I need to go on mental vacations and refuse to take someone with me. My mind is the only space I’m being left alone at, and I can get lost there. It occurs to me that I feel grounded at an unknown place, where I‘d leave my whole heart. However, I wonder what the symptoms of my distractions are.

What if the words left unsaid should’ve been spoken instead, I understood their meaning and what they might could’ve changed. There were moments that needed pure honesty, though I remembered the outspoken truth once felt like bare skin. You could think whatever, because the past lays behind, but those same words still remain in my mind. Being written on paper doesn’t take them away anymore. Now I believe relying on the quiet, sometimes just isn’t enough and next time I won‘t let the fear make my mouth shut.

When I think about serenity, I vision a flower growing. Nothing prevents her from growing and flourishing more secure over time. She grows roots so deep it’s hard to tear her apart, but when something does there’s still a part hidden in the ground, prepared to bloom again. The flower isn’t made to remain the same.

Daring poems are worth keeping in mind and being reminded of even on hard days. They are purposefully written to show a deeper meaning behind things and you have to think twice about them before truly understanding the meaning. They make you question things you never questioned before and you can relate to them on a different level. I want to write them.

We know that our actions speak for us, the way we behave and treat other people. While what we do is clearly visible, our intentions are hidden.
We may aren’t even sure about them ourselves. However, they can help shaping our lives, because everything begins with an intention. Every journey you go trough, purpose you follow and change you experience. And perhaps you don’t realise it at first, yet small choices like how you portray yourself on social media can reflect your intentions. At some point you might find yourself questioning:
Ask yourself if you feel proud about what you’re doing.
It doesn’t matter how serious the situation or decision is, when it comes to your mental health it’s important enough to care about.
Think about how you set your intentions and what impact they have on your life.

I’m tired of society always putting people into categories, just because they share superficial characteristics. They don’t even try to look beyond the borders of what they can see. It basically favours judgement, which can cause Prejudice, Discrimination and Stereotyping. So while we try to increase our self-esteem, we‘re constantly being put down by the idea of getting defined by one of those categories. We start questioning our own uniqueness and that shouldn’t happen.