There are pieces of you everywhere. Your fingertips are still on the rail of that staircase from five years ago when you were going up as everyone else was pushing down. Your shoulder is still on that person you bumped into three months ago when you were rushing through the crowd. Your foot is still in the puddle from the last time it rained. You’ll never be forgotten. You’ll never be … So you’ll always be. This is something you should understand, and this is something you should keep in mind. Your breath is still in the air of the room where you were plucked out of your mother. There is a lingering effect of you everywhere in the world and that is why the world is so lovely; this lingering effect of bodies, drifting on sidewalks and mountaintops from decades ago, strands of hair in the seams of sweatshirts, skin cells stuck on old clocks in an antique store, teeth marks in old fruit and knee-stains in the grass— Yeah, we come and go, but we never fully go. People are only forgotten by other people, but the universe doesn’t forget. It can’t and it never will. And how lovely it is to be remembered by something so vast, so infinite, so unforgettable … Once we become a part of it, we become it. We can’t undo existence. Do you get what I mean? Words lingering in ears from the past won’t leave. That’s why love goes on, and sometimes hate does, too. But tell me: how does it feel to be alive, to know that you’ll never be forgotten? Ask this a thousand years from now and I’ll answer, “Sweet. It feels sweet,” in the form of the wind, alongside you and everyone else.
I know you dont know me, but you made a post and you seemed unhappy. You deserve to be happy love, not upset. I will always be here if you need to talk, you can message me. Please keep your chin and remember that you deserve to smile.
Thank you so much for the love and support and I apologize for not seeing this message sooner. My inbox never sends me notifications so therefore it tends to be left unread. I wasn’t completely unhappy, I was going through an emotional breakthrough and I was glad to be alone. I am slowly working on being more independent and breaking free of the people that forced me to be dependent whether they did it knowingly or not. As of now, my feelings are more empowered and I feel good. A little saddened and confused at the ending of that relation I had with that person but all the while knowing it is for the best. Thanks for the love, namaste(:
what's wrong doll? you don't have to tell me - but If you need to vent, I'm all ears :) xo
I’m apologize, I didn’t see this message until now. When I made the post about being at the airport alone it wasn’t just about being scared. It was also about being liberated and having to experience the fear of not knowing the feeling of something. I have I only experienced being alone a few times in my life and I want to experience it even more because I know it is a big part of getting to know who you are as a person. It also related to the relationship I was in coming to a close and how I was breaking free from that dependence. Thank you so much for caring and being supportive. Namaste!
I’m always really lonely when I am alone. That’s because all my life I have been surrounded by people. I grew up in a big family and was never left to myself. My mother was always afraid of leaving me by myself. She never wanted me to have to feel this way. Then I moved out. I moved out of my home and into the home of my beloved Andrew. I then was never alone because I relied on him. Just as I was dependent on my mother, I became dependent on him. He drove me, he reminded me of bills, he was there when I came home from work, he always one step behind me. Sometimes too close.
Now I’m trying to do things on my own. I plan to make my own decisions and remember to pay my own bills. I am making the choice to be alone. And now I am. I find myself sitting here in an airport all by my lonesome, very much alone. That scares me. But this is part of growing up. I never prepared for it and I never knew what was coming but in order for me to know myself, I have to be alone. Independent. Standing on my own two feet. Growing up. It is awful scary.