one of a kind ❓❓

Getting called pretty,
means nothing if you can’t feel it,
see it, be it to the maximum potential.

Try to change your randomly generated face given to you, 
through years of arranged marriage.
True love had nothing to do with it.

You’ll get called mop-head till curls are back in style,
and too dark till summer comes around.
You’ll have to tick “other” on documents,
you’re obviously not an option.
You'll never fully understand what you truly look like but you try.

You get called pretty,
yet you let it in one ear and slip out the other.
You get called ugly,
and it sticks till you’ve earned their approval.

Getting called pretty means nothing, you’re just pretty for the people.

some days,  
it feels cruel,  
heavy,  
almost impossible to understand.

you wake up  
and everything feels a little too much.  
the world keeps moving,  
but you do not know how to move with it.

and then, somehow,  
there is one day.

just one.

and everything feels different.

the same sky looks softer.  
the same streets feel warmer.  
you laugh without forcing it.  
you breathe without thinking about it.

you do not even know why.

maybe someone said something kind.  
maybe someone stayed.  
maybe someone looked at you  
and made you feel like  
you were worth listening to.

and sometimes,  
you find the courage to tell someone  
what you have been carrying inside.

it is scary.

because feelings are strange things.  
they become real  
the moment you give them a name.

but when that person listens,  
when they care,  
when they do not make you feel foolish  
for feeling too much—

it feels almost like being understood  
for the first time.

you think,

maybe this is what life is supposed to feel like.

being heard.  
being cared for.  
being loved  
without having to earn it.

but life is strange.

because even beautiful things  
can change.

a person can become distant.  
a moment can become a memory.  
a place that once felt safe  
can suddenly feel unfamiliar.

and the same heart  
that once felt so full  
can become quiet again.

i think that is the hardest part.

not that good things end,

but that while they are happening,  
we never know  
they are becoming memories.

so maybe life is both.

cruel and beautiful.  
heavy and gentle.  
lonely and full of love.

maybe we are not meant  
to understand every day.

maybe some days are simply meant  
to be felt.

and maybe,  
when the good ones come,

we should let ourselves love them  
while they are still here.

The World may seem fractured and broken
Torn apart by pride and fear
But  a Universal Truth exists for all time 
One is all and all is one 
We are all connected  by time and space
Born of Universal Stardust
Remember this noble and  sacred truth
Every kind action has a cosmic effect
Breath love and peace into the World
Make a difference; be a shining star

by Alison Johnstone

Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running,
Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering,
Shouts of demoniac laughter fitfully piercing and pealing,
Waves, air, midnight, their savagest trinity lashing,
Out in the shadows there milk-white combs careering,
On beachy slush and sand spirts of snow fierce slanting,
Where through the murk the easterly death-wind breasting,
Through cutting swirl and spray watchful and firm advancing,
(That in the distance! is that a wreck? is the red signal flaring?)
Slush and sand of the beach tireless till daylight wending,
Steadily, slowly, through hoarse roar never remitting,
Along the midnight edge by those milk-white combs careering,
A group of dim, weird forms, struggling, the night confronting,
That savage trinity warily watching.

I can miss you,
I can grieve for you,
but I don't want to bother you.
I can feel you,
I can be yours,
but I don't want to be a burden to you.
I can love you even in silence,
but I don't want anyone to
drag you down because of me.
I can be your strength
without being by your side,
but I don't want anyone to look down on you
just because of me.
I can be your ally, even from a distance,
but I don't want to be the reason for your downfall.
I can live without you,
even when it hurts,
but I am happy that you are
shining without me,
because that matters more.
I will always choose you as mine,
but without letting you know.
I can feel sad in your absence,
but I don't want you to hurt yourself.
I can die a hundred times,
but I don't want you to be blamed,
nor do I want your family to be blamed,
just because I have nothing
and no one by my side.
I can be your silent cheerleader,
but I can't be the reason for your problems.
I can hurt myself,
knowingly or unknowingly,
but I want you to look good
and be respected in modern society.
I can lose everything over time for you,
but I don't want you to lose anything,
because you deserve to have it all.
I can remain nameless in modern society,
but you are the source of everything
that still makes me believe in love.
That's why I love you,
but I let you go.

I said it first 

And that was the problem 

You never would've cared to say it 

Had I not hinted at it 

From the beginning 

Now as life passes slowly by 

I feel more disgust growing 

For the foolish lust we formed together 

That were built on fantasies 

And quote on quote “TrUsT”