somehow, you & i, collide.

In a room that is lit by my own imagination, a world lit by brilliant minds, I can only question myself and continue to second guess myself. I sit and ponder the mysteries that await me. There are so many wonders in front of my eyes, but why is it that I choose to neglect it on the pursuit for something more? Is it because I am confident I can find better or is it because I’m scared to settle? Exploration. Curiosity. Hunger. Moments in life come and go; most of the time, they past by in the blink of an eye before you’re even able to find time to appreciate them. 

But is it normal to be this nostalgic or should we continue to live in the present? All we’re left with are quick memories, glimpses of the past, a small taste of what was. Is it healthy to revisit these feelings, these events? These building blocks are a part of us, set in stone to define us - both the weaknesses and the strengths. 

Yet, all we want to do is escape. We want someone to come rescue us from all our problems. …to just remove us, maybe even temporarily, so we can have a breath of fresh air. No matter where we are, we struggle with the battle in accepting our current state. We’re never satisfied and we will never be, but as moments continue to flash by, we lose grip of our present and our future if we’re hung up. We linger on the past leaving it to haunt us with painful reminders of our mistakes. 

No matter the price we pay, it will never be enough to cover the past. No amount will completely heal the wound. A scar will be left behind, but with this scar, there’s a reminder that we’ve left a battle behind, victoriously. Our destination is one step closer; happiness is one step closer. 

Only then, are we able to appreciate our past. We’re all scared, we’re all uncertain. Life’s not fair, but who ever said it was? Every move you make now alters your future. Choose wisely. 

(Source: roseintheconcrete)

As if it isn’t obvious enough that you go running your mouth, you think I don’t realize it? That’s definitely a misconception on your end. Trust me, I may not say anything or draw attention to it, but I damn well have enough common sense to tell when you’re bullshitting me - especially when it’s not hard to read people like you. People who put on a front and smile, people who pretend to care and listen to you, people who acquire information solely for the purpose of their own entertainment, but make it out to be a helping hand - I know people like you and it’s pretty pathetic that you’d stoop down to such a level. Don’t worry, there’s no anger here, just a silent appreciation that your true colors have shown; that people should be more careful around those who are unable to keep things under wraps. You tip toe around and congregate, slandering and maligning others, but it’s fine because when you smile, I smile back. You’ll get a taste of your own medicine one day. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow; I might not even be the one preparing your lethal dosage, but I promise you, it’ll be the most bittersweet experience ever. Don’t dish out what you can’t take back. 

(Source: roseintheconcrete)

I’m generally a happy person. I enjoy helping people and listening to others when they need a friend. I’m an optimistic person all the while retaining a realistic mentality to the way I approach things. However, I refuse to take bullshit. I won’t stand for it.

One thing I hate…? I hate getting my kindness taken for granted. I get upset and disappointed often, but I rarely get extremely angry. I seriously resent becoming angry because it’s not worth it - nothing is ever worth it, but yesterday pushed me beyond my limits. Most of the time, I get over things fairly quickly, I forgive and I forget. Why? Because why should I give you superiority over me? You don’t deserve that privilege and neither does anyone else. 

There’s always that one exception though and I’m honestly so tired of dealing with unnecessary drama. I’m not that type of person and I’ll never be. I don’t appreciate when people test my patience or assume that I have time to sit around and play games. Well, here’s some reassurance, I don’t. I can be civil and patient for only so long until I snap and retaliate. At which point, you will begin to regret you ever tried to cross me. Everyone has a threshold for miscellaneous bullshit. I’m almost always stuck at zero tolerance. I just don’t have time for it and I don’t want to waste your time either. So next time, you might want to just save the both of us some trouble and eliminate yourself from my life before I get around to eliminating you. 

(Source: roseintheconcrete)

Call it a sign, call it meant to be, but it’s beautiful how we always encounter each other at the mark of summer. As the hot heat fires up our newfound affection, it also reignites the old flame that you once were to me. It’s as if time continues to tick, but our feelings remain constant. Though it may seem like a stretch, we always seem to find our way back to one another. Our hearts are invisibly aligned and our paths remain parallel to one another. I become troubled when you’re away and while I’m missing you with every ounce of energy I have left, I remain hopeful that you will return against all odds.

We’re completely, irrationally in love. Our heads are stuck in the clouds and coming back down to reality is an impossible feat. It’s a high that you can’t get enough of to the point where addiction is reason. We’re blindly passionate as we fall into the same cycle; as beautiful as the world is, it’s a lot more mesmerizing when we distance ourselves from the rest where all that’s left is you and I. And though there are moments where we push each other away, where we try to run from each other to escape from this chaos, I know we’ll somehow return insanely, immensely immersed in the foundation that we’ve built. Let the stars guide you back home to me where you belong. 

(Source: roseintheconcrete)

One we neglect to see the beauty in because we fail to embrace life by its moments. We miss out on the little things and overlook the essence of what is. Sometimes, we forget to live that we simply just exist. We’re blinded by the destination that we forget the journey it takes to get us there.

The morning dew is lingering on fresh cut grass. Sprinklers begin to activate as it quenches the Earth’s thirst. The swing set dangles as it sways back and forth - squeaking from old, rusted chains - with the help of a cool breeze. The birds begin to chirp and leaves flutter around as the crisp air passes through it. The sky turns from a deep ocean-like blanket to a dainty, diaphanous blue with white cotton ball blemishes shrouding above. Soon, it disperses and an incandescent light emerges and elevates. 

No one speaks, but nature takes form of Life creating commotion in the calm crack of dawn. Why is it that we fail to see the beauty in the simplicity that lies before us?

(Source: roseintheconcrete)

I don’t understand how people can go around saying that they genuinely care about you, when they want what’s best for you, but when word comes back around, all they have proven to secretly do is attempt to sabotage you. Is it because they’re fake or because they’re a twisted sociopath? Is there no shame, no guilt? Where the hell are your morals? Why must you invite yourself into people’s business or nonchalantly discuss it because you think you know everything? And when you don’t, you feel the need to fish around or hint ideas to people? People will always find out how shady you are, how hurtful the things you say are. I suggest you watch yourself and reexamine how great of a person you are. I wish you acted true to your color and just dropped the act.

Some people are so blind to their own poison. 

(Source: roseintheconcrete)

I appreciate those who take time out of their day to check up on me, to ask how I’m doing, and even something as simple as to make sure I’m still alive and well. It could be a simple “Hi.” or an in depth conversation, but I appreciate being noticed. I appreciate being heard and acknowledged. I appreciate being appreciated. 

Everyone has their own lives and everyone is always occupied with something to do, which is why the little things DO matter. They’re often overlooked, but when placed into perspective has the potential to move mountains. I see those who see me. Don’t expect anything if I’m invisible to you; might as well consider yourself dead to me. Fair enough, right? Well, it’s as simple as that.

(Source: roseintheconcrete)