Swaying branches whispered sweet songs as wind maneuvered between them. Familiar as the sound was, the tune was something he’d never heard. @caitoppermann
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Beyond the Broken Glass °The Silent Advocate | Part IV°
Oct. 15, 2018
Who ever knew that the past would cause so much harm? That the slightest bit of change could crush one’s heart to nothing? I thought for sure I was getting better. That I had everything I needed. That I would be fine.
But they were lies. I knew in my heart I wasn’t fine. I wasn’t healing. I wasn’t getting better. However, the lies and the truth battled every moment of every day. I was always left confused even more than the day before. What was lies and what was truth?
It happened nearly two weeks ago when Asfalís came home with a brokenness in his eyes. He threw letters down at my feet and demanded that I tell him everything. I was keeping my past from him this whole time and didn’t realize how it was affecting him. How much it was hurting us both. I felt numb when he asked. I had believed so many lies. I believed he wouldn’t understand my brokenness. My confusion. My fear. My pain.
I had no choice now. The King intercepted my letters and sent them to my husband. He knew our relationship was suffering because of how much I was closed off to him emotionally. I vowed to myself that I would wait to tell him all. That neither of us was ready. He wasn’t ready for the truth and I wasn’t ready to tell him the truth. I lied to myself saying that my pain was too difficult to express. I didn’t know how, and for sure, I didn’t.
Asfalís demanded, if not begged, that I would tell him all. He wanted my heart, but I was too afraid to give it. I didn’t realize until that moment how afraid I was. I wondered really if it was entirely my fault as it was a repercussion of my childhood.
I couldn’t run from my past this time. I couldn’t hide it. I was forced to tell the truth. I knew this day would come. I didn’t know when but I knew it would.
It was far too easy for me to tell Elani because we had similar childhood trauma. |Continued in the comments below ↓| #shortstory #short #write #writing #this #pain #infj #healing #hope #writer #wrote #fantasy #thesilentadvocate #shortstoryseries #series #quote #quotes #past #love #forgiveness
Why does it hurt so much?
Maybe because it's as addictive as sugar. I used to feel it everyday; crawing inside my body like an army of ants marching towards the delicious and beautiful looking edible ring -
'The donut 🍩'
It's so intense that at that moment we would just be like wtf? Whose going to leave that heavenly gorgeous looking piece of treat? like we've never seen it before. Those ants had one hell of a treat!! Oh and I have a story here....
Guess what happened the next day?
All the ants died. The beautiful looking donut was poisoned. The poison was that toxic that it killed those innocent ants!
The moral of the story is: we should not develop feelings at first for someone just because it seems apparently our type, as they might turn out to be someone different, someone who would harm us, which would be messed up and hurtful.
Those ants should not have eaten the donut, because they did not know the story behind it. Only because you're hungry or maybe even if you're full, you cannot just eat anything that comes your way.
It's important for you to figure out, YOUR best donut! You cannot try every donut because you're the one investing in it. Do not come to a conclusion by how interesting the icing is or how pretty it looks, rather focus on the taste and the ingredients of the donut. In the end the best decision would be 'THAT' very donut that would make your taste buds go crazy and want more of it. You will finally be happily satisfying your stomach with something it hungered for.
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Expectations > reality?
Its been 24 years since when I was little and with various changes in my apperance and my nature, there is something that unnecessarily bothers me; i.e, the thought of the way I want things to be and the way how they turn out to be.
How the smallest of things used to make me happy and today, either small or big, only those things make me happy or surprised that 'I' decide has to make me happy.
It's expectations, we expect so much that we form a scenerio in our head, that this is what we want; and then when things don't turn out to be that particular way we become upset. By this sometimes we might feel we're good for nothing or we might curse
ourselves which lowere our self-esteem. So is expecting worth our sadness?
We should not expect and let things come our way because thats being realistic. What will come will be a surprise and that will make us so happy. The day you stop expecting, living life will be like breeze passing by; also as a bonus you will think less and be carefree.
What's meant for you will come to you no matter how many times you push it away because you own it. Keeping high expectations puts us down, rather do your best and live life to the fullest, today wouldn't come back so make it count.
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🌑🌃 page 1- the 🌃 was a #cesspool
that reflected off the puddles in the street flickered and danced on the #cornea
Of those who had nowhere else to go, so they stood on the corners all night
page 2- the lights were dim in the halls of justice, as #corruptpoliticians
worked to only fill their coffers, ignoring the cries of the citizens who were held hostage by a #crimewave
that had the city paralyzed
page 3-who would save us?
who would emerge from the dark shadows of the back alleys and take up the mantle to return order to a town gone mad?
to be cont’
It’s a desert out here,
In a land parched by salt
Hard soil rocky and barren.
By what virtue is a tree to put down deep roots without any water?
Felix is trying to do pull ups. He has done zero so far. Maybe he’ll get a burst of strength though.
day 15 - #weak
Read this story by @kwamethethird
in the most recent issue of @vqreview
A few days ago a friend came to stay. She’d explore the city while I worked. In the evenings we enjoyed the last warm days of the year sat on the terrace of @bambalanbristol.
I love showing Bristol off to newcomers, but my favourite bit is when they discover something I didn’t know about. Last week my friend @ajlovedesign
found a new coffee shop I’d never been to. She talked about the books and pictures and the magical atmosphere of the place. Yesterday I stumbled into it with a handful of hand made bookmarks and awkwardly shoved them into the friendly staff’s hands. I’ve been assured that you’ll find them dotted around the premises.Thank you, @hennesseyscoffeeshop.
You’re alright by me.
i love how you make me feel,
my sweet honey boy.
you make my heart pound, and i love that about you
you make me feel whole, i feel at home when im with you.
you are my safety, sweet honey.
i hope you know how much you mean to me.
and how much i love you.
oh and honey boy?
you are my light, ill always appreciate and love you.
please always remember that
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It’s getting late. As I watch the sun set where the sky meets the earths edge, I sip merlot from my glass hoping to relax. Normally he’d be home by now. Another long night ahead at the office, working late, or so said the text that flashed across my phone’s screen moments ago. Normally I’d think nothing of this. Normally I’d respect a man’s hustle and busy myself with my own interests. But this is a man I know all too well. I try to put his tendencies out of my head but like a flash of lighting I am struck with a vivid memory. Close to 11 he clumsily tip-toed in. His lipstick stained collar...the remnants of a co-workers hug goodbye, he claims. But I know better. Still dinner has already been prepared in anticipation of his arrival & I’m about as hot as the oven it was prepared in. I love him, but I’ve grown tired of this lover’s prison where I live to please him while he seeks other pleasures. What of my pleasure? What of my passion? What of my desires? I take another sip as I ponder these pressing questions. I wonder how late he’ll dare to arrive this time...If when he arrives there will be any time left to love me... I began to count the hours like the clock on a ticking time bomb.
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