illletitallout

Consolidate your fears aboard this plane.
If this plane crashes into an ocean, die happily with the thought that you gave
everything that you were afraid of at least one try..
..I'm still blessed. I'm able to inhale and exhale.
-Maybe, if I took things slower, explained things slower, ran at a slower pace, wrote in a slower pace, learned carefully..I could be more successful.
-As much as I don't like being in a rush, I'm always in a rush. It's a natural thing that I NEED to calm down on..


love use to be pure..cherished..anticipated. love is now "common".
misunderstood
contradicted..
dreaded..
and it's fake.
real love doesn't exist anymore.
at least, not in my life. I still stand by everyone having their own intentions to make every opportunity beneficial solely for one's self. Everyone wants to be prosperous in every aspect of life. What makes you think love is so different?

Love - finding out where it is..the most important thing in my life.


I allow my actions to be dictated by a love so uncontrollable..yet so unconditional. I dove into the notion of someone being my all - and allowing him to be all i need. but i'm not all he needs. he needs more..so it seems. but i don't what else to give..i gave him my heart, i'm keeping my soul. he corrupted my brain. nagging pain..pain settles in my temples and my vision becomes blurry..why do we allow ourselves to love so foolishly?
i use this word "love" so much..it's now sickening. i wish i had the patience to express my intolerance for the misuse of this word. it's an art form. a craft. a talent. a passion. everyone can learn how to love..practice what you preach.


I converse with him 15-20 times a day. He makes a straight line for me to walk on..guidance. I found my center and glory belongs to him.
"I asked for love, I asked for mercy. I asked for patience, but you're already all of these things."
I know, with any doubts, that when everything passes and collapses, I'll always have you. An everlasting companion. My creator. I thank you.


(..I'm fine.)

Shots fired. I'll ignore it. I choose to laugh at your ignorance. You don't know me anymore and I don't expect you to hold my hand. I'm tired of this pedestal that people place themselves on. If you're going to tell a story, make sure it's not fabricated. Tell your side. I'm always made up to be the bad guy because I tell it from both sides. I do it for me. for my well being. I can't sleep on a lie that will just follow me for the rest of my life. How can you? It has to eat you up. 'fessup. Karma is a bad bitch and this "holy" demeanor will be frowned upon because it'snotwhoyouare. Perfection does not exist. The cracks and creases show - little do you know, they tell the most effective story. GETOVERYOURSELF.




still here,
diante'.