Imagine if this was for real...!!!!

Transport You In My World...

With each written post I hope to bring you a little closer to my world, shed a little light on my madness, dare you to bungee jump into my thoughts, or idyllically sail into my realm. I have no set list of things that I confine myself to, I just want to challenge you, to inspire you, to anger you, to propel you, to touch you, and to never leave you. Have I ever managed to transport you to a moments that as you read my poems, its as if the world does not exist?

Some people laugh at my attempts, they think its easy crafting pictures with words. Moving someone away from themselves and to experience another reality. To challenge someone to view the world from the end of telescope. To imagine this generation as one full of possibilities, keeping all the rough edges in their natural glory. To accept the mistakes we make, the lessons we learn and some we forget.

But not you, if you are still reading this, you have found something in these words. Some meaning. Some reason. Something. So hold on tight, for an awakening journey as I transport you into my world. 

It Feels Wrong...

It feels wrong for me to write about things I don't feel. Sometimes I am so sad, so angry, so bewildered and I force myself to remain calm, and fake a smile on my lips that doesn't reach my eyes. 

It  feels wrong for me to write about happy moments, about love, about moving on, about being okay with being who a person is, embracing flaws when I don't always practice what I preach. 

It feels wrong to keep hoping for things to change without doing anything about it, to burden God with how I feel, with my tribulations when I can barely find moments to give praise and thank for all He has given me. 

It feels wrong the way things always seem to favour the people who don't deserve them, the way the bitch at work is the only one getting all the recognition when we all tried to chip in. 

It feels wrong for love to be so sour, for tenderness to be so bitter, tears to taste so sweet when you embrace me and ask me to hold on, to have faith, to find inner peace, to be strong; it just feels wrong. 

Moving on

This is another random pouring of thoughts stemming from a simple line, that trying to forget someone you loved is like trying to remember someone you never knew. Let's face it; it is very true. We all have our sob stories, the people who hurt us, broke our hearts and shattered them into tiny little pieces that it took God awhile to find all of them and make our hearts whole again. Yet, the aftermath is always there, the experience always affects your outlook on life - whether good or bad is up to you.

Yet when you sit with yourself, and can see through your own pain, and be honest with yourself, you start realising the part you played that led to the ultimate finale. As you focus on the images differently, you appreciate the good, the really good times. They were tainted before, and you had been looking at them from the wrong end of the telescope, yet when you have all your wits about you, you will admit it to yourself that you cannot ever forget someone who managed to make you move from yourself and love him/her. You cannot forget the feelings and how it made you feel. If you are smart enough, you raise the bar higher for the next person that you will give your heart to.

So, when the current man/woman/friend in your life asks you if you have gotten over the other person, the answer is ofcourse YES. If they were to go further and ask you if have forgotten them, an honest answer is always NO. Because there will always be memories, and you never know when something might jolt them from the subconscious to the present moment. If the love was real, even for a moment, you will never forget it - and I am not sure that you should even be trying to.