All you NEED to know

 It is true that some hear the thundering sound and feel the vibrations. They listen to the tone & the texture. For me, I hear his voice everywhere. I hear it in the laughter or cry of a new born baby. I hear it it how brightly the sun shines. I hear it in how the wind blows & caresses my skin. I hear it in how the rain splatters on my windows. Oh and I definitely hear it in how the moon calls to me whenever it comes out. His voice is in everything. You only have to observe and you'll hear it too. Listen, listen... For the kindness, the hope.  Listen... It's the sound that leads you home. ❤❤

He died for you! Yes YOU.  I don't know who needs to hear this, but listen. You are not an accident; You weren't mass produced. You were deliberately planned, specifically gifted and lovingly positioned on the earth by the master craftsman. He deemed you worth dying for. He saw you and he thought "Hey! That person is amazing and shouldn't be lost like that!" You're a master piece and a work of art. You possess so many amazing gifts that you're not even aware of. You're greater than you know. 

  Perfect Strangers - that's exactly what we were when we met- "PERFECT" because we were comfortable in the strange nature of our meeting and  "STRANGERS" because that is exactly what we were.  We should've left it there shouldn't we? But, No, we decided to push it and test fate and where did that get us??? No where.  You looked at me and I knew that those eyes had secrets. You smiled at me and I accepted that I wanted to know the story behind your eyes. You came to me and it was clear that I would go with you to the end of the world and back. Well, we've been there and we've done all that and... Now I wish we had remained the perfect strangers that we were because now, we're mere strangers finding perfect.

  Gut wrenching, heart searing pain. That's what I feel when I think of how much I let you hurt me... To think that I was instrumental to my death without knowing... I knew better but, I  let you hurt me I knew better, yet, i gave you my heart.  I knew better and I still chose to trust you. I stayed, and i stayed and I stayed through it all. I lost myself and I didn't even realize that I was lost.  I lost hope in all that I once stood for. I lost the will to do anything else because the pain began to feel normal.  "Oh, maybe if I stay a little longer, I'll grow numb" I thought. No more... NO MORE!! No more of the pain and the hurt and the anxiety.  Today and going forward, I choose love; I choose light; I choose peace and most importantly, I choose NO PAIN I will find my way back to me, even if it is the last thing that I do. It's a promise.

I craved the love I couldn't have I wanted the one that wasn't mine Love they say happens at the most unexpected times & with unexpected persons... Is this what they meant? You want it too, don't you?  The dangerous nature of it all is tempting to you. I can see it from how you look at me. How you smile when I'm around and how you say my name like it's your favorite joke. I like you! I really like you.  But, I'm not supposed to like you... I've been asking myself why, and the only answer I've gotten is that;  You're not mine to like.  One question though... Who makes these rules?  # Musingsofatiredmind#

 I've been thinking about the future of late. About how badly some boys are raised. About how clueless some girls are to what has been or is been done to them. About how 5mins can change the course of a person's life without them knowing and about how all these could ultimately lead to the end of several lives and in effect, the world as we know it. Like I said, about a lot.  Lately, everything seems to be a bother. I walk around, a shadow of myself and I have no idea how to get myself back. What, you may ask is the cause of this feeling?  I'll tell you shortly. It all started with four little words "Come to my room". I was 3years old, I was happy to play. There was no way I would have thought that my beloved uncle would ask me to hold onto his genitals and slowly go up and down. Well, I went to his room, I held his genitals and, he instructed me how it was to be done. I smiled, happy because, my uncle was happy with the work done. Soon, I hear mummy call for me, ...

 Life sometimes feels like you're standing at the edge of a cliff, and the negative words & attitudes are what will finally cause you to tip over the edge. What has happened to the world? What  has happened to empathy and simple human decency? These are the questions that keep burning through minds. Since when did it become a thing of pride for the one gender to grossly violate the other and the brag about it?  She says "NO" you insist that you heard "yes". She says "STOP" and you claim that you heard "proceed" What else does she need to say or do for you to realize that she is not interested in you and accept it? We live in a society that teaches women to be careful not to be raped and doesn't think it wise to teach men about consent. Where's the sense in that?  Being afraid is the new thing. You call it taking precautions, we call it false imprisonments. We're imprisoned in our bodies because you say that it is how we dress ...