TO THE GIRL WHO’S AFRAID TO LOVE 

I know the war you hide beneath your eyelids as the night falls on your tired shoulders. You silence your battles and shove them under the carpet - ashamed to let anyone see your mess. You're not afraid to love; you're afraid of making mistakes and disappointing others. But love, you're human too. I know you're confused and hurting. Sometimes you have to admit the truth that you, too, needed saving. I know you're used to crying alone but just this once, allow yourself to cry on someone's shoulders. Be real. Allow youself vulnerability. Put down your book for a while and allow yourself to make a mistake because that's how you really learn. Sometimes you don't have to be sure about...

It's not you, beautiful. Not you. It's not your fault that it didn't work out. It isn't a weakness to feel weary from trying to fix things that keep falling apart. It's not a sin to admit that you're so near to giving up. You are more than the frustrations, insecurities or brokenness that you battle with. You are MORE. You are amazing for waking up at 6:00 AM when you barely slept because of the madness and anxieties swirling inside your head. You are brave for staying gentle; for choosing kindness and grace when darkness is trying to own a corner of your heart. I admire your soul for the light that radiates from it. You are loved. Please keep going. All will be alright.  - KM . . ....

Thoughts

When is the right time to confess to a girl you just met? Is it too early to confess even if you wanna do it already?

Silence

A piece i finished earlier of my character Silence. She doesn't speak.

ohana 

my baby brother kisses my cheek leaving a slobbering mess i try to smile and sit up it takes me a few times because of my drowsiness my hair's a nest many tangles here and there but my focus is on my cousins in front of me are the pair they are dressed and look ready to go i croak out as to why they have to be so early i even smile because they crack a joke  but inside i already feel empty i rise to my feet  and pad over to the kitchen open the fridge  and turn to see affection they hug and kiss i ask them if they've eaten  they check their things they have eaten and then i take a sip of water my throat feels so parched they are ready to go to the door they marched i don't remember...

sunday mornings

sunday mornings by cassiopeia good morning, love did you sleep well? i whisper you roll over to face me, skin following and although the wrinkles show, you have never looked as glorious as you do right now i can still remember the day we met purple skies and bikes colliding you were so upset, wild curls bouncing but not at me, no you always pushed yourself to be the best but love, you're always at your best 24 and interview ready 47 and smudged makeup because even at your worst, i will still love you please don't ever doubt my love or yourself the kids called today said mirren and everett wanted to visit popsy and momma once again, such sweethearts your eyes shine and the world seemed...