More often than sometimes, I wish for the sun to come out. Everytime I sight the bright big ol' thing, I feel like my little pieces could finally find their way back to me. Because I'm a broken window pane. Those pieces explicitly show my stubborness and flimsy side which causes me to break even more. I wish to be spineless. For it will set back to finest and happy moments of my life (i guess). I can remember, very vividly, that I was just this little girl delighted with the little things. So innocent and so fragile. So gone.
(throwback to a happy 9-year old self) /// many sighs ago)
I begin to become sorrowful and I overthink my actions. Self-conscious about the way I breathe. I wanna be connected to people I know, for sure, would accept my flaws. And see me as that little girl. But what if I'm too covered up with dirt? Is it possible to revive my vanish self?
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I'm a girl
beginning to move
farther and farther
to the ground
I'm a girl
lost and free
like flowers that bloom
slowly
I'm a girl
searching for something
deeper than the ocean
I'm a girl
who walked away
tenderly
to find significant
constants
I'm just a girl
*source: http://the-englishroses.tumblr.com/
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James 1:22
But be doers of the world, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves