Happiness

"We are all equal...we should treat everyone the same". Yet we keep saying, as a society, that we should stick with the norms that have been created.

But what if happiness means being free of the cage society has build for everyone. What if happiness means being able to love someone without being judged. Or being capable of feeling alright no matter the number the scale shows. We should be able to accept that happiness looks different in everyone. Wasn´t that what God wanted from all of us. To love everyone and treat them well. To accept that we have differences and that we come in different shapes, sizes and forms.

Really, think about it. Imagine a world where every human was exactly the same. That would be pretty boring, don't you think?

I feel like I'm on the verge of creating something good. Something exciting. I just don't know what it is yet. But I can feel it's something good. I have so many ideas to share and to create. I just need time and realisation.

My old self

I can feel myself relapsing. I feel it in my bones, in my veins, in my blood.

I saw the constan bruises that appeared all over my legs but told myself I was just being clumsy.
I saw the clumps of hair that fall out every time I brushed my hair but told myself that it was dirty.
I saw the old notebook that counted my life aways but told myself that it wash´t like that anymore.

I am chanting the same song over and over again to make myself feel at ease. It´s not working though. I AM terrified. I AM scared. I can feel it happening. I want it to stop. Or do I?

I am not afraid of you. I am afraid of myself.

Death is everywhere...

Death. Death is everywhere. Hugging every soul that gets lost or unattended.
Then, silence. Dark. Coldness.
Hearts stop beating and souls become truly free.

Then comes grieve, an aching pain in the chest.
Sadness. Tears. Hurt.
Your heart becomes hollow and numb.

Suddenly, faith appears.
Loudness. Light. Warmth.
Hearts continue living but they will never be the same.

She, me.

She is beauty but everything inside her screams.
She had so much to say but somehow her voice was lost.
She has ghosts. Ones that follows her around, everyday.
She is strong. She is a fighter.
She has a dark past but decides to live a colorful life.