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Photo by  Samuel Zeller  on  Unsplash It was easy for you to say Yet, you kept showing me that there were myriad possibilities only if I were brave enough to seize you said that I should just do it there was no need to contemplate, if you believed it and really meant it you would actually make it real but I had never believed you I could have never trusted your advice it was an idea my mind would not be able to process Could I really achieve it? Would I be able to ever trust your words? I wished to make it real

Photo by  Isai Ramos  on  Unsplash I have tried to steer clear from the evil spirits, yet, they had kept hunting me down, and I could not have anticipated the aftermath I have been running for miles never stopping to look back as I was scared they were still behind I had reiterated your past words the words that kept me going whenever I needed a reminder of better days I’d close my eyes and recall your enormous smile when you told me that those just voices in my head I kept moving never pausing to look back as I could never anticipate the aftermath once they’d conquer my soul

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on  Unsplash The first step to admitting our failure is to share and speak of it. That is the only way to come to terms with our failure. People in my circle always worried about underperforming at work, afraid of their co-workers’ criticism. Sometimes we worry about our so-called failure because our mind is programmed to think that specific situation is the opposite of success. We need to change our mindset. Our paths are different, even though in some sense we do go through similar hardships. Our journey to change our mindset is going to be different. I have been watching a video on coursera about “Intensity and the Ordinary” as part of the “ The Modern and the Postmodern (Part 2) ” course. The instructor, Mr. Michael S. Roth , referred to Freud’s concept of pursuing consolation. Freud wanted people to understand that they won’t find consolation through ideals. Freud doesn’t think we should have ideals that we strive to liv

Photo by  Kinga Cichewicz  on  Unsplash Freud said that disregarding our desires and instincts can make us saturated with our own agony and guilt. The more we suppress what we want, the more we become aggressive. The bomb is ticking — we’ll soon explode, and let our agony flow freely, like when a balloon full of air blast and all its air freely abandons the premises of its past captivator. One of my main concerns is being labeled and defined by the society we live in, or perhaps I live in. I’ve written about my  fear of being labeled , but I hate being labeled as much as I fear it. My story begins when I was merely 6 years old. That’s when my parents decided to immigrate to another country so that I could have a better future. At that time, my parents were younger than I’m today. This fact made me contemplate — would have I acted the same? would have I been able to make such a choice? I’d never forgotten my first day in our new country, everything was brand-new to me.

Photo by  Barth Bailey  on  Unsplash I pushed the entrance door but I couldn't open it I pushed harder but is stayed intact no matter what I had attempted it had never left a single impact I pushed myself forward dodging whatever came along I thought I knew better as long as I moved onward I had dismissed everyone that might be a part of my path, carelessly, I kept dodging whatever came along I wish I could have some remorse for the path,  I thought I had taken but  I was just never going in any direction I was constantly avoiding migration towards what I felt would make me go onwards what  an inner digression

Photo by  Matteo Kutufa  on  Unsplash Why  do you  go to that same place time and time again? You  circle the premises of an abandoned place that remains bypassed You circle the premises search for the broken and seek to bring  together fragments of their broken hearts Why do you go against the flow why do you love the broken, with the shattered heart? I tried and failed to follow your soul, one that endured and collected bits and pieces of the broken One that endured and never could turn a blind eye on a passerby's pain

Photo by  Manouchehr Hejazi  on  Unsplash “ Possessed ” | 9 out of 365 A pursuit of what you imagined was real, of what others tried to conceal You have been repressed and put your voyage on hold, but you had fought back had shed that weight that made you feel  as if you were possessed you had fought back you knew  that you could prevail you’re on a voyage to abolish that distorted hiss, and to evoke the inner peace you can  expose others’ tales conquer the despair and fulfiil your desires @presnyakov.julia

Photo by  Nong Vang  on  Unsplash “ Nevermore ” | 8 out of 365 Untold anecdotes, pages and pages of what we  once were, recollections we no longer had shared memories   nevermore remained the same nevermore pictured what  we might have had memories  had transformed throughout time shifted their shape enabling our grand escape anecdotes of self-reflection and regret, unveiling unbounded passion that had begun with  a premature impulsion @p resnyakov.julia

Is there any antidote to the engulfing sorrow? Downbeat, I was unable to flee from the ravages of my own dolor I was fumbling to find a light rummaging for a crescent moon or a hidden star I was fumbling to find a light that will point to my freedom to a place distant from the lurking inner scars Yet, I was unable to flee from my own scars, as the freezing embrace of the darkness gently steered me towards my own madness

You said you were sorry, that you’d make amends, but, all you ever did was to trip over the threshold instead Your love was unwieldy, as you kept tripping over the same distorted threshold, as if you’d never looked ahead, only broke your promises instead That distorted threshold, was inherently corrupt, I knew it your love to me was oddly abrupt I should have known it As you kept breaking your promises, pushing me slowly further and further away I should have known it I was passionately taking part in your vigorous play of deceit

It’d been a while that your soul had been dispirited, The convergence of your dreams relied on the fleeting phantoms’ screams You tried to elude your inner world and break away from the senselessness You put your previous life on hold and just ran into the cold You tried to evoke a sense of being as the heedlessness was everywhere, Soundly creeping in, Someday, Your soul would be entangled inside your own built walls.

Can you love, can you love Can you love the version of me I don't let, I don't let I don't let anybody else see? When I choke, when I choke When I choke, would you try and help me breathe? Can you love, can you love Can you love the version of me That isn't happy all the time? I get outta my head, get outta my mind Can't get outta bed sometimes And when I look at myself as if I might cry 'Cause I got some trauma, some family drama Just thought I'd warn you You have a hard time making sense of this I'm the most low-key masochist The wrong place if you're looking for Heaven So I got one question Can you love, can you love Can you love the version of me (oh, oh) I don't let, I don't let I don't let anybody else see? (oh, oh) When I choke, when I choke When I choke, would you try and help me breathe? Can you love, can you love Can you love the version of me That's

LYRICS: Oh hush my dear, it’s been a difficult year And terrors don’t prey on innocent victims Trust me darlin’, trust me darlin’ It’s been a loveless year I’m a man of three fears Integrity, faith and crocodile tears Trust me darlin’, trust me darlin’ So look me in the eyes Tell me what you see Perfect paradise Tearing at the seams I wish I could escape it I don’t want to fake it I wish I could erase it Make your heart believe But I’m a bad liar Bad liar Now you know Now you know I’m a bad liar Bad liar Now you know You’re free to go Did all my dreams never mean one thing Does happiness lie in a diamond ring Oh I’ve been asking, for Oh I’ve been asking, for problems, problems, problems I wage my war, on the world inside I take my gun to the enemy's side Oh I’ve been asking for (trust me darlin’) Oh I’ve been asking (trust me darlin’), for problems, problems, problems So look me in the eyes Tell me what you see Perfect paradise Tearing at the seams I wish I could e

I believed the vantage point was in my favor, Poignantly I’d disregarded your embellished truth I supposed I could and took a leap of faith, Your elicit silence only echoed from afar Unknowingly I’d stood on the edge of the precipice, Waiting for your pledge I’d beheld your moves Unaware of your embellished truth, You’d directed your verdict from the very start

Hush my demons please let me breathe, Hush my demons, I wish for an instant relief I try to propel myself but no air is coming in I try to shift forward but I migrate backward Please don’t be taken aback, There is no emotion akin to moving onward without breathing in Hush my demons, please make it stop Let me leave, I can cope Hush my demons, I want to start from scratch with no single patch