Stuck
Reinvention
allow the soul to flourish
the heart to heal
It isn’t working…
…maybe never has
+ Back home
to the motherland
learn to be free
to be happy,
sunkissed.
+ Let that friend go
no matter how much I miss you
how much certain memories remind me of you
+ The new job
A new career
+ Not texting my ex back
no matter how many times he sends me kissy faces when I post a new picture
+ Learning that even if that person is family they can hurt you in unredeemable ways,
burn that bridge
Heal
+Family – mum, Sita, Brother.
+Mini getaways
+Blogging
+Instagram
+ black to pastel pink hair
+ detached affections
Still stuck…
in a city determined to brand my color, a statistic
a country that isn’t my own
in a house that reminds of heartbreak
behind a computer pouring my heart out
Stuck in an office
In my mind
in a loop…
Eat/sleep/breathe/wakeup/repeat
My soul refuses to flourish/my self-universe remains tarnished by pain and sadness
My heart refuses to heal/my loneliness seeking love in brokenness and insecurities
Reinvention
STUCK
A recurring oblivion.
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