Le Sucre Doux

Is it that difficult to just be yourself?

Always

Can I feel You in the rain?
Abandon all I am to have You
Capture me again
Let the earth resound with praise
Can You hear as all creation lives
To glorify one name?

Breathe on me
Let me see Your face
Ever I will seek You

I just don’t understand people who have so many sides to themselves. They need to stop being bipolar and stick with their true selves please. 

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This is the friend I need. You know who you are! I’m sure you’re reading this right now.


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Cold sparks of realization are seemingly entering and leaving without hesitation. It never hit me that everything and everyone would be so much more different than I thought they would be. I thought I was ready for the change and the risk. But these risks only remain risks because I’m falling on the edge of reality. It’s coldness is at its zenith. So, I keep telling myself. I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, 
but I’m forgetting to question validity.

I hope I’m not blending into the materialism here that everyone conforms to. What is the difference? What is the point when you can’t even list the distinctions between yourself and the rest of the world? What is the point when everyone is trying to be exactly like one another. Then forever will there exist the absence of uniqueness and self. Identity. I need my taste of home or I would probably lose my sanity. (Which I have been using the NBA and Bulls games for my dosage….but since we devastatingly lost the series to the Sixers, I will not cry in a corner.I’ll helplessly look for another solution.)

My own culture as consumed my self-esteem and lead me to the brinks of my surrender; it’s taking over me. Apparently, deficiency is not an excuse here. I learned to always be conscious of my surroundings; it’s not okay to miss non-verbal ques. Well, I guess that’s a start. Making it a despairing habit. 
My character was protected until I stepped a monstrous step away from my comfortable life I was always used to. 

I’m not supposed to go backward…move forward, you! Let’s stay strong.
Things are never supposed to work out perfectly. 
Being independent wasn’t easier than I thought. Making my own decisions had brought me in front of a stack of shit. It’s pretty tiring— solving your own mess-ups. I need someone to even tell me some obvious answers just so I don’t lose my sanity. 
 
 

“Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
-Oscar Wilde 

I really wonder how just one sentence coming from one person can just totally ruin one whole day. ridiculous.