Thankful

The word “thankful” helps in every situations.
Good or bad.
There is always something to be thanked for.
For few people. And for some other people.

The good.
I’m thankful for the oddest chance to come across you.
I’m thankful for the opportunities to repetitively fix what has been damaged at times.
I’m thankful for the shared moments, spoken and unspoken.
I’m thankful for the patience that grew inside you to keep on dealing with me.
I’m thankful for the laughs and tears that we have shared.
I’m thankful for the things I have learned from you to improve myself.
I’m thankful that you were born.

The bad.
I’m thankful for the learning opportunity to cut toxic people like you off my life.
I’m thankful for the eye-opening chance to see who you truly are.
I’m thankful for the quick run, so I don’t have to heal for too long.
I’m thankful for the pain that I can recover from.
I’m thankful for the stupid things you say for my entertainment.
I’m thankful for the spot that you left for better people in my life.
I’m thankful that you left.

So thank you.
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You know who you are, because I know.

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Thankful

People

There are three kinds of people.
People who build a brick fort,
People who build a wooden cabin,
And people who build a glass building.

People who build a brick fort.

Strong and stern from the outside.
You think it will be cold and there will be nothing inside.
You need a special key to unlock the door,
Or they have to let you in.

But once you step in, it feels like home.
There is warmth.
There is love.
You feel safe and secured from the dangers outside the fort.

People who build a wooden cabin.

Solid, yet looks comfortable and homey.
There are small windows to peek inside.
There are front doors and back doors.
Sometimes, they share their keys with you if they want to let you in.

Once you step in, it feels familiar.
Everything is as you would expect from a wooden cabin.
There are little surprises here and there, like an early Christmas morning,
But no plot twists, no threats.

People who build a glass building.

Beautiful, open, and observable from the outside.
With exquisite and enticing display.
They lure you in with their openness.
Their sliding doors constantly opens and closes, easily giving you access in.

Once you step in, there are more doors, more displays, more mirrors.
You could only see reflections of yourself along with their display.
Like a store, as seasons change, the display changes.
You think you know them, but you don’t.

So…which one are you?

People

Mental Conversations

“Welcome to your first session. What has been bothering you lately?”

“Friends,”

“What about them?”

“I don’t know,”

“Do you have some?”

“Yes,”

“So why has it been bothering you?”

“Because I woke up after a long dream and realised that I know nothing,”

“Nothing?”

“What do I know? What do I not know?”

“And that has been bothering you?”

*shrugs* “I guess,”

“Have you talked it out?”

*shakes head* “I don’t know how,”

“How to…?”

“How to talk to them,”

“Well first, what would you like to know?”

“If our laughs were real,”

“Maybe they were real at that time,”

“I guess,”

“What else would you like to know?”

“Will we be able to laugh again in the future?”

“You will always be able to laugh with someone, anyone, even with another person, a better person,”

“I guess,”

“What is the last thing that you would like to know?”

“What do they speak of me when I’m not listening?”

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but the answer is only silence.

Mental Conversations

Eating Words

Not all words being spat out to you are venom.
They can only harm you if you perceive it so.

Sometimes the venom that you perceive and spit back out,
is also a venom for the person in front of you.

Sometimes you have to swallow your own words,
open your ears,
and start to listen. Properly.

Because right now you are doing nothing but eating your own words.

These words are not venom.
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Just stop.

Eating Words

Tomorrow

Past, present, future.

No matter what stupid mistake I did,
or what stupid decision I took,
here we are, again.

The past year has been a joyous wonder.
The present is just filled with eager.
For the future I don’t need to ponder.

I have loved and learned,
and so I will continue to love and to learn.

The past is unchanged,
the present will pass,
but tomorrow is going to be okay.

For my love that stays, thank you.
For my love that stays, see you.
For my love that stays, I love you.

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And I hope to stay with you for all tomorrows.

Tomorrow

City

In this crowded place,
I see so many faces.
I went looking in different places,
but really all I wanted to see is your face.

In this beautiful city,
the wind runs cold and dry.
Neglecting the summer sun,
all I wanted is to have some fun.

Streets and alleys inspired me,
so did Victorian buildings and vintage things.
I was lost in this Paris-like city,
but you were my home, this my heart feels.

A touch of hand saved me from loneliness,
even if I don’t wake up next to you, it is okay.

If there was one thing missing, it was your smile.

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But it’s okay, maybe I’ll see you next time.

City