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Worthy

Are you? Am I? is it?

 The question is omnipresent. At work, in sports, in life, in love. Are you worth it, to hold on, to work hard, to go the extra mile. To not give up, to be the rock society expects you to be, even though you’re about to crumble in the sea hit from the waves of insecurity. Are you worth it, that I’d risk, taking down my walls, blossoming my person towards you in all its ways, only waiting to be shell shocked. Are you the one I will follow without despair to the end of the world, the one I will know to always listen to, the only one to let knowing better than myself. Are you THAT one?

Or are you just another reflection of what I thought you could be, a duplicate of anyone that I’ll ever see? Are you the reason my walls grow bigger, stronger, harder? Even if you could have been the one to make me softer. But most of all, are you THE one or are you just one to me?

And if you are close to being THAT one, will I be worthy? Will I be worthy of your passion, your fire, your life? Will I be the one you open up to, will I be the one to make you laugh, the one you’ll call when you’re scared, the one who will risk it all, just for you. Will I be THAT one?

Those are the questions running through my head all at once, as our eyes meet from across the tables in that bar.

Are you, am I and is it,

 Worth it?

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Pretty liar

A smile, a blush, A wink, a touch, She will get with it, she might see your pride, She'll like you, eventhough all you do is hide

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Hunger

And again, he stared, hungry through the glass. Many of us have already wished to be able to see themselves in third perspective. But he, he sees himself through that glass, lying on this cold, hard long metal bed. But he doesn’t feel it, no pain, no fear, not the cold of the table, he feels; hungry.

 This hunger pulls itself through his stomach, the hunger cuts him off. His legs weaken, his arms are shaking. Only his head is steady and clear thinking. This hunger is not an ordinary one, but, we all know it. It is not a hunger for food felt in the stomach. It is a hunger for more. More Emotions, more passion, more togetherness, more attention. A hunger for more of themselves. In no way are we egoistic but we follow our human instinct for procreation.

 He stares through this glass and sees his mother beside him. She’s worried for her son, a beloved person of hers, she also worries for more of herself. This young man remembers how he used to ask his mother which of both was more important. To love or to be loved. There was only one answer to this question from his mother and he knew it by heart. “what is more important to a bird? His right or his left wing?”

And so, he stares through his mother and sees; emptiness. His mother is standing all alone in the surveillance room. He doesn’t see wife, no kids who would care for their father and husband. No friend who would have cared enough to go check on his friend in the hospital. No colleagues who would have gotten there to leave a get well soon card.

He stares and stares through this glass, and starts realizing. He loved without being loved, gives without getting back, and lives without living. So, he stares and glances down on himself, realizing that not this accident but this hunger is slowly taking his life.

-Joël

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Death

Sometimes i wake up crying, Mercilessly afraid of dying, And as strange this fear has gotten, I only fear to be forgotten.

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Sometimes i wake and ponder, As much as i do i still wonder, In ten years time when you're mind is free, Will you still remember me?

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You’re in the words I write.

six word story // saraheliz14 (via just-six)

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It doesn’t matter what time is it of the day, because I always catch myself, dreaming about you, even if it sounds ridiculous to you.

ma.c.a // 10:08 PM (via vomitingwords)

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More than friends, less than lovers.

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You’re the type of person I’d stay up at 2 am Writing about, The same person I’d fall asleep Thinking about.

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I’m terrified of falling for you Because I see Much more beauty in you Than I’ve ever seen in myself.

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So full of empty, broken words for you.

– Lukas W.

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