Friday, 14 October 2016
Monday, 10 October 2016
It seemed to be his season to tear her down, to destroy her with words which had too much rhythm in the bones, creating sombre blues. Why had she picked him? Elisa remembered the loneliness of the letter, inked tears expressing the delicacy of a heart already meshed with sadness, maybe she needed a friend, a vocal chord, a spine. Or just someone who could scream the way she couldn't. She hated him now his arrogance in the classroom, eyes which dotted her lanky frame and the chorus of laughter following her like a cloud. I was just trying to be kind, she screamed in her head, I I I saw something I thought shadow was man. I am nomadic once again. Yet the eyes continued to dance like fairy lights, insults as glued as spit on their tongue. Once when she had stood out in the rain and this hatred had consumed her, this unjust anger had eaten its way into her womb, she'd watched his matchstick frame walk by her shivering nervously for all the jokes he had told and all the cruelty she had experienced. Elisa had come to discover the boy who had no self esteem, prided himself on ridiculing others. Dotting his pitchfork your way and stealing your sight till all you saw was charcoal shadows. She had never hated anyone like this before, she never knew she could hate, it was as saw dust where blood should be, ink where there should have been water. It was that day she realised she would hate him for the rest of her life, and she had just been a lost girl reaching out. He could have been anyone. Because that's what loneliness is, anyone's game, someone misguided. To use their vulnerability to build a platform ,Elisa knew showed Serpents skin. She imagined that letter rotating around half the world, her watch ful gaze no longer pleading forgiveness for a thing of innocence.
Saturday, 17 September 2016
Failure is a friend of success, in fact they are cousins. One cannot succeed without the monopoly of trial and error, so you made an err in judgement, so you tripped and fell on your head your mental arithmetic spinning out in pools of blood, your courage escaping you.next time have a plan of not just action, but a plan to succeed. Most people throw a lucky dice, expecting to step out in boldness yet still camouflage with life. Do not be afraid of your five o clock shadow, you tick a risk, that risk should count towards your confidence.what you learned you should hold in your heart, we are not mannequins who are visually associative, yet expect little from life, we are people, with passions and dreams. Let those dreams follow you like a friend, stroke at your hair like a partner,holding you in a warm embrace.just keep going those of you with a positive mind, you are not beaten yet.
Everybody goes through challenges, everybody experiences life and it's heartbreak. One thing that should always help you is that you triumphed against it. You are still standing, so you have the opportunity to channel your potential, do you believe in limitations. Don't believe in them, don't feed into the fear these obstacles create. Sometimes we walk through life blind folded, eager to find ways to fix our sight. Yet one should always remember, passion is vision, it is hope for the future , this will give you sight even on your darkest days. You have a self to celebrate, a self to discover, you are a version that is being shaped and moulded. A butterfly locked in a crystals, yet someday soon the ghosts that clamour inside, clawing at your skin, the demons of past failure and pain left like a scent will disappear. The new you will be the self the universe promised. You are in the process of development, platelets will shift, biochemistry will be unpredictable for a time, then you will arise a new self.
Life is a season of moments,wrapped in a neat cluster for selves to pick it apart. We are not islands, we are characters striving through dastardly seas of change, no helmet on, a whirlwind on our tail. Life is not easy, easy is for the lazy, and lazy people either get eaten by the wolves of their own demons, or remain fat stoic pumpkins that are fresh for mouths, and beyond that...... Here's a reality chewue for those of us to cash, time will change you, yet progress is not guaranteed. We are two sides of a musty coin. Yesterday I got asked a stupid question by someone I despise,today the voice tried to utter another poisonous question to slice at my confidence. Yet I realise I have an answer to all her many scrambling and put downs, it's quite simple. I just keep going. We who choose to explore our strengths are of great minds travel may not be smoothe but vision dedication and commitment will get you through.