{plateau} did i let my thoughts run undisciplined for 20 minutes, or was i finally able to breathe? did I let my guard down, or was I finally healing? why can’t I figure how to forego this plateau? –e.l. jayne
{cognizance}
{cognizance}
the contrast of the mountains starts to soften,
as the lavender dusk settles,
the silky, vanilla sunset soothes my soul…
How to Love the Unrecognizable Part of Yourself — Pointless Overthinking
“When you accept yourself, the whole world accepts you.” Easier said than done, right? To love yourself at the current moment is complex enough, but what about who you used to be? What about the parts of yourself you aren’t proud of? What about the tedious pieces which still need tending to? To truly love […]…
‘…I would like my role in the world to be to educate others, to feel more and more for themselves…’
“More than anything, I would like my role in the world to be to educate others to feel more and more for themselves and less and less according to the dynamic law of collectivity.” Fernando Pessoa
{glimmering lights}
{glimmering lights} when the city lights start glimmering, as the sun curtsies upon her descent, it’s another reminder, that the most beautiful lights are borne in darkness, lights of hope, that remain unnoticeable in daylight. –e.l. jayne
{barriers}
{barriers} he sat in his house for the final time, the house where his children were born, where they would play until the fireflies came out, with their youthful smiles, and unbridled appetite for the world and all it had to offer. he thought to himself, what breaks down barriers? tragedy, tragedy breaks down barriers….
{the ragged, the jagged}
if he’s startled of me in the fresh beams of the sunrise,
he’ll never recognize me under the cover of the indigo moon,
constantly seeking proof,
yet the greatest things in life cannot be proven:
love, feelings, dreams…
the shape of one’s soul,
{backwards}
{backwards} when there’s nowhere to go. the only way forwards is backwards, back to where I came from; I used to hide from the darkness, now it’s a true catharsis, to translate heartbreak and dejection, and purge it of its clogging baggage, tell the wolves I’m home. –e.l. jayne
{frozen} by SEJ
she said no,
but they sit,
like a waterfall,
constantly moving,
but going nowhere.
–SEJ
‘…not even that of enjoying life’
“We are, in general, creatures who have never learned an art or a skill, not even that of enjoying life.” Fernando Pessoa
