The voices in my heart speak to me in silence...
The new year will be new year resolutions, honestly, I have a billion new resolutions to make more than calling them resolutions I like calling them a better me, I tried making a vision board for the first time this year and when I was making it I could see all those things happening, I tired the Spanish tradition of eating the twelve grapes under the table and making twelve wishes with each grape. It's a new year now looking back to yesterday seems like going back to a person I was not who I am, we gain we lose but if we read our books backwards that's when we lose the game.
"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." -Shakespeare, Hamlet
For some of us nothing is new this year it is the same old us with the same procrastination, but some of us dare to actually make a difference in ourselves, the most difficult thing to do is to change ourselves, and the more we do that the more we gain, the more focused we are and the more discipline can be there in our lives. When you breathe try to breathe deeply, when you smile make sure all ur teeth are being seen, when you eat really taste what you eat and when you sleep always sleep to get a lucid dream.
Manifestation nowadays has become a leisure activity where is it supposed to be a spiritual activity. Reality shifts we talk about, but does anyone know how this really works? A quantum physics theory states that a person can be in five different places at the same time, I am the reality of me and I will be the reality of what I want to do....
When the manipulated awaken from their journey into the tangent universe, they are often haunted by the experience in their dreams. Nobody is gone, nobody comes, we are all here, in this endless loop of space and time, we are always going to be here doing the duties we stand upon...
The ghosts and shadows of my past don't hold the doorknob of my reality and the mutter of guilt doesn't echo inside the shady and horrid tunnel of my ears. Is this world of reality or the counterfeit world of the mirror where the hands of reality have been tied up with a rope and a knot of happiness. Where was this smile in my past and where was the breath of your heart.
hunger of the inner beast. It's locked inside the cage of emotion but still, the beast's voice reaches the face of my reality. In the road of twilight, your light still passed darkness with the steps of love. This heart has never slept on the bed of love with the blanket of fondness because this world made me sleep on the aches of anguish and when the yawn of the morning blew from the mouth of the dawn the wind of light picked up the fingers of my dust and made the head of my life touch with the ground of hell.
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