“Forgive yourself for the blindness that put you in the path of those who betrayed you. Sometimes a good heart doesn’t see the bad.”

— Unknown

'The Madonna of the Roses' and 'The Madonna of Pietà' by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

“Be nice to yourself. It’s hard to be happy when someone is being mean to you all the time.”

— Christine Arylo

“Sometimes quiet people have a lot to say, but they don’t open up to just anyone.”

— Susan Gale

Oh, my poor heart... Trapped inside the cage of my ribs. Her curse is to beat relentlessly, even when thoughts are becoming too hard to digest and the blood starts to run cold. Each breath seems just another confirmation of the agony my poor, sweet heart has to endure without rest. I caress my chest, in a weak attempt to remind myself that in the end, it is me who takes care of you. My poor, sweet heart..

Ellen Bass, ‘The Thing Is’

"I watched the sun rays dance through the air, landing on rooftops, gently caressing the flowers, smiling at the yawning dog that sat lazily on the side of the road. Birds flew, and suddenly, the Earth seemed to be at peace, a wave of joy spreading around every corner the Sun could get. Even my thoughts. I let myself watch the clouds swimming in the blue sky, and I gave myself a moment of relief. Just a brief touch of calmness for a chaotic soul, like mine."

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Give me a moment back, please. Take me back to those moments when the air smelled like a dream and the sun shined upon me, caressing my face with its rays. Take me back to those days when the wind blew gently, bringing the smell of flowers. When my eyes saw the world as a place of love and wonder, and my fingers felt the tenderness of the ground. When my hair sat in different directions, and my clothes were dirty because of playing all day. When I truly lived, enjoying the lack of knowledge, enjoying life and the sun. Take me back to those days when the clouds had so many shapes, when the water from the nearby river tasted like heaven. When my grandmother watched over me and listened to me while I was reading fairytales to her. To be a child again for just one day. My chest aches for those days which passed and they will never come back; for there are new days but now I am no child. And I forgot to live.

There's a sense of terror inside of me. A fear of never being enough, not even for the people I consider close, not even for the people I love the most, not even for myself. It tears me apart and burns my hands. My head is a mess and silence takes over; it's when I want to be away so bad. I want to be far from everyone because people make me feel like no matter how much I try, I will never be enough for them. No amount of words will ever make a difference, no amount of effort will make a difference, and it feels like a knife is pressed against my chest until it penetrates and hits my heart. And when I bleed, sadness and disappointment engulfs me and I can't help but wonder, will I ever be enough?

"Our lives are stories only we get to tell. Picture this, every single day that has to come is an empty, untouched page that awaits for you to spill your thoughts over. My darling, my sweet love, life is yours to shape and the words are yours to use. Today you can breathe."

—excerpt from a book I'll probably write one day.

"I shall remember her until I give my last breath, and even when my soul will roam the lands freely. I shall whisper her name to the winds far away and let them carry her story to every single place. I will not let a single soul forget about her. I will write, yes. I will write, and she will be forever remembered. I remember you. I remember me."

It's autumn. The air, the smell of rain, the colored leaves. The loneliness and the feelings that overwhelm me with every morning that passes by. But it's autumn. And it's beautiful.

Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

"I will always remember, because remembering it's my only tie to those happy memories I once had in the palm of my hands, before they cruelly slipped through my fingers. Now my hands are bruised. But my brain is not altered. And I remember"

—excerpt from a book I'll probably write one day.

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It is a strange world

That shimmers in the twilight.

Casting shadows

Over the uneven surface

Of my mind.

"Away, just far away, in a world that belongs to angels and warriors only. That is where I view myself. That is my destination. I have longed to reach that world for ages. In my restless dreams, I am there. Free.'"

—excerpt from a book I'll probably write one day.