Invisible ink 

Nobody can see them, or know about them, but it is these invisible scars that actually take the longest to fade.

They are repercussions of the greatest hurts, caused always only by the people who have a hold on you; the people who matter. 

And being the sentimental sort who feels even before realising exactly why, something always reminds me of one or another – by way of a moment shared, a special differentiation, an inspiration, an unexpected identification… Before the pangs.

Tonight it was the moon, on the cusp of fullness, that got me.

It is the memories that allow you to keep the stories, but also shape the untold ones. 

Is to be sentimental and emotional to be weak? Being more aware, sensing and feeling is a double-edged sword – a blessing or a curse?


Stay a little while  

I’ve always had a non-stop packed schedule to follow. But this morning, I decided to take a break from it all. Even for just a little while.

And so I lingered, in the embracing comfort of my crumpled sheets. A temporary escape in a familiar shape, in the nest I created around my self.

I’ve been thinking that in order to live better, balance is key. Also, to find strength and happiness from within. For me, slowing down, taking the time, and just living in the moment might have a big part on that. I’m at a point in my life that I need to focus on myself, and heal.

In response to The Daily Post’s word prompt: Better