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Sometimes I get so many ideas, they come flooding into my mind like water, washing away the pointless pain left behind by love, people and events.
I'm not, by nature a sad person but over the past few years I have made the mistake of picking a fight with unhealthy love and found that its a lot stronger and quicker than me.
I got some bruses, some heal, others wont so, I started to write. Not just about love, about all the things which turn my head from the mundane. I then realised that nothing is mundane, All of life is magical, unique and worthy of our attention.
Life, its abit like a chemestry set. You get to mix things and sometimes it stinks, burns or leaves a nasty stain on the worktop but every now and then you get the most wonderful reaction and you get those goosebumps. Thats what i live for.
I dont really know why I'm writing this! Maybe someone out there will see it and say.
"Yes, I get it."
Maybe, in the end I will understand myself and others in a deeper way.
I'm not, by nature a sad person but over the past few years I have made the mistake of picking a fight with unhealthy love and found that its a lot stronger and quicker than me.
I got some bruses, some heal, others wont so, I started to write. Not just about love, about all the things which turn my head from the mundane. I then realised that nothing is mundane, All of life is magical, unique and worthy of our attention.
Life, its abit like a chemestry set. You get to mix things and sometimes it stinks, burns or leaves a nasty stain on the worktop but every now and then you get the most wonderful reaction and you get those goosebumps. Thats what i live for.
I dont really know why I'm writing this! Maybe someone out there will see it and say.
"Yes, I get it."
Maybe, in the end I will understand myself and others in a deeper way.