There's always something we keep chasing after.
Things constantly change, and we’re always chasing something. Living from the heart, living in the light. Make more effort to fit into each life, starting to source more investing in the tough times within the connection to embrace joy. Defining the worth to feel more like things that bring what’s right and trying to bear the best that describes happiness as it should be. Slowly warm grows delighted.
I typed, my belief is that happiness doesn’t depend on loving something. If the empty spaces of the heart cannot express joy, the existence of two characters could keep flowing to fill on blooming love wholeheartedly where they wanted to. Live the same energy to build things up near hopes of holding each arm, blooming well along with the step-empty flaws, for the existing person we loved.
Asking times, "How long will it feel like this?"
Greeting pointless one fine, how resilient the warmth to feel the hardly struggling. The one that deserves many versions of love, having trouble accepting this way as one-sided love. Waves of darkness by the worst disaster. Introduce one-of-a-kind lies to the last thing purpose. Breath in, go out broken tears for reminding us that we’re not.
Of things after, the unconditionally fragile heart could feel the same as the love that existed is not appreciated. Grace is rarely valued when appropriate fallout from progress occurs, quietly wounds being a million fears of not realizing even the pain brings drain to the energy lives. Happening around bad times brings much sense of "What's meaning in meeting this person?" Take it all complicated about the broken trust that exists in one high above as it seems regretful, not that easy. Test by the love they wanted to, be left hurt and breaking easily beside who's called a lover.
They were going back to talk about that time. Having lost something they trusted wholeheartedly. Somewhere ever foolishly forget what each other again. Something slightly lost from this empty place, going somewhere else, and never been looking for that anymore. Unappealing begins just to the end, though that was love.
All have been through some uneasy trials. The strained earnestness of the run has created the feeling of chasing the wrong people. Days have passed together with finding themselves in a better place. Decided a good chance, they continue this life safest not living there anymore. Proudly written, they learn to let go of something they don't deserve. Times for them to grow big.
In the face of these, I knew I was heartless until I put my heart into words.
In every day, unimaginable pain can be part of reality. Every day, it was brought, and it was made.
It has always seemed to me that the prettiest thing about the world is how people fight for bright days amidst the chaos to heal. Healing takes many stages before they can express their need for love. Taking the time to love each other and surviving a clash takes practice.
As I gain strength from what happens, I can understand the intentions of all that exist more clearly. "Can you feel my heart?" is the first question. Though I lived through those times, I understand that I cannot accept one as my own. And I grew up with my wishes. Another is to find more time to return the favor, to recognize the small joys along the way that remind me why we started. With time, I lost sight of all that was unsaid and couldn’t reach them all.
Now I'm experiencing the new life as words construe it at the beginning of one's twenties, eyes and glances appear to thank all feelings once more, recognizing that this is the best gift one can ever receive and is a valuable tool for each one.
Love exists within us unconditionally, but emotions aren’t the same. Bring the best to remember the existence of the person who loved us.
S
