Sometimes, all a person ever wants is to get through the day without another soul judging them for their choices, for the things they like, for the way they are.  It's so normal for most of us that we usually take it for granted, but for this one person, if they could come home at night, lay down their bed and go straight to sleep, skipping the overthinking or crying their eyes out part for once, it means the world has granted them one wish, the one they beg for in their prayers at night. For them, it could mean the world. 

People always remind us to be kind, to smile at a stranger because that might just be what they need to live another day, to spare one kind word for our troubled friends, because they need to know that someone still cares, but sometimes, you don't have to do or say a thing to make someone's day. Sometimes, they just need you to go out of your way not to make them feel like a walking mistake. Because feeling like the world would be a better world without you....well, that thought kills.

There are things from our past that will keep haunting us with each step, eachcarefully calculated breath.

There are things we have done that will never be gone despite all the suffering we have already endured to make sure the consequences are over with.

There are words we have said that will echo in our heads until we hear nothing but the nagging tone of our past and future mistakes.

There will be times when there will be nothing we can do about these things but to keep our feet firm on the ground, marching on, enduring every fall. 

Some days will be better than others.

But when there's somewhere you want to go, or something you want to do, or someone you want to be, then nothing should be able to stop you.

Keep moving. It can always get better.

You lose someone, and you spend the rest of your days trying to fill the void they leave in your very soul. One day, you'll wake up and think, finally, you're okay. But some days are better than others. You keep praying to keep your streak, but soon, it all crumbles down, as if only a minute has passed since your heart was ripped from your chest. 

You'll realize that no beautiful places and no pretty faces can make you whole again. You'll realize that no song is sad enough and no movie is good enough to make you lose the emptiness hovering over your head.

You'll spend the rest of your days wondering if suffering and pain really do have an end.

I have lost 

The sound of your voice

Somewhere between

Our senseless bickering

And I now I seek

The comfort of your presence

That I seem to have taken for granted

When you were more

Than just a second blink

Just a chilly breeze

More than a ghost

Haunting me till sleep.

I don't know what it is that brings me here, but I feel so empty tonight. May e I'm just tired, maybe I'm just thinking too much of the future that will come soon enough, anyway, I don't know. I don't know, and that's what bothers me most.

A girl from school passed away recently. A few weeks ago, I found out about her through a common friend on Facebook who posted a get well soon message on her wall. Personally, I didn't know her, and I regret not having the chance.

I found out more about her through my friend, Patrick, who told me that they were classmates in high school. Apparently, she hung herself a few weeks back after her girlfriend left her. She was admitted in the ICU for a while, and it seemed like she was going to recover, and then it all came to an end.

Her Facebook profile is now flooded with messages from all the people whose lives she'd touched. Like I said, I didn't know her before any of this, but it seems to me like she has hundreds of friends. They all ask the same thing: how could a girl, surrounded by so many people who love her, give up so easily on life?

Frankly,I don't understand it as well. I guess I'm not the type who will love a person so much that I'd be happier to take my life than live without them. This incident makes me think, though. Out of all the hundreds of people saddened now by her passing, how many truly devoted the time to listen to her when she needed comfort?

I mean no judgment to any of her friends or family. I'm just asking a question here, cause sometimes, you can be surrounded and loved by a crowd, but you can still feel so alone. So I'm asking. Those times when she was low, even when she wasn't saying a word, did anyone ever really grabbed her hand and said, "I'm here if you need to talk"? 

I wish I could have known her. I wish I could have given her an hour of my time, if only to let her mind wander away from the poisonous thoughts lurking there. I feel like the world lost a star in her passing. She could have made more people happy. I could have made her realize that no one is worth that much that she should leave the world for another person. I could have at least done something to give her one more day.

But we are all so caught up in our own little lives sometimes that we forget one vital thing: the world does not revolve around us. Look around. Every day, at least one of your friends need you. Don't forget to give them a minute, to let them tell you what's going on in their lives. Smile at a stranger and be kind. One random act of kindness could be the last straw they're hanging on to continue pushing through life.

And if you're going through something, don't hesitate to tell someone. Someone will listen. Someone cares. Don't forget that no matter what, you matter.

I can't say excatly when everything started to change. There you were, and then my world shifted, and the things I once thought I knew were suddenly strange again to me.

I have almost forgotten how to feel like this. Like my skin is made of keg powder everytime we accidentally touch, or bump into each other. Like I light up in sparks. Like I'm about to explode.

I don't know what it was like the last time. I only know it's magical with you. When you're with me, I can think of a million things I want to say to you, but I can't think of a single way to begin.

After all, I'm scared.

After all, I could be the only one feeling this way.

I'm bound to get hurt, I know. I'm hoping my feelings will pass with time, but I'm seeing now how things could end up worse, or maybe better.

My cards are good, but I'm scared that I might not play them right.

I'm learning more and more how important it is to be able to control myself with the things I say, especially when I'm mad. I always end up feeling guilty and hating myself for being mean and for thinking out loud all the time, but now, I can proudly say that I'm starting to be more mature and responsible verbally, because words can cut people to pieces more than any physical trauma can.

I hope I can continue this and only improve it with time. It feels really good to know that I'm doung my best to be a better person.

with a sudden rush, i feel

your name scraping up against

the left side of my brain

unexpectedly, you slice

through the walls of my silent fortress

and now with your eyes on me

your lips speaking my name

so sinfully, your melody

my shell trembles

hope springs

and i let you in

through the bloodstained door

where yesterday

i bled

raw.

The sun slices the monotonous Tuesday sky. I sit beside you, a ready accomplice to making a great day out of what has been bleakly given to us. You reach for the radio dial, changing the station. You reach for my hand, changing me.

I don't know which comes quicker: your lazy smile that reaches up your eyes, or its silent, sudden way of putting me at ease at the very first sight. Whatever the answer is, there's one thing I know for sure. I tripped over a wire and fell deeper than I imagined I would. I'm slowly losing at a game I once thought I knew how to play.

You don't seem to notice how my eyes follow you around the room, or how your stare lifts the weight I carry around. You make fun of me a lot, and I take it all in stride, but deep inside, I wonder if you really see me that way. I think about it a lot because I know there are millions of better girls - pretty, smart, sweet things, and yet, you find a minute to share alone with me. That, more than anything, lights up this fire in me.

I don't know where this might lead us. I'm not banking on anything - you might like me back, you might not. That doesn't matter to me as much as it probably should. At least, I don't think it does. I've told myself a thousand times, repeatedly, how the oncoming pain is not worth it, but then our arms accidentally brush each other, and sparks begin to crackle in my skin. You have gotten through me the way very few people have, and everyone notices.

Everyone notices but you.