Hope

Just as I woke up with negativity and annoyance this morning and throughout half of the day thinking am I good enough to be? It is one of those wake up on the wrong side of the bed days.

My mind was cluttered with thoughts of how terrible am I at things and a whole bucket load of negativity welled up in me. Then I began to realize that I am being a brat again and tried shrugging it off. It was literally a repeat after me, "Stop it! Think good stuff. Think awesome stuff."

So it switches between good and bad like black and white on a zebra crossing. It sickens me how I am becoming a slave of typicality. Creative sparks is welded into responsibility. Leaving almost no room for imagination to breathe. That is my vice, feeling dry and dull.

Finally after a long day of discounting myself, I folded in with hope. The only strand of string that allows my escape from this welled up negativity.

Hope keeps me going.

The Pictures of Us


Whenever I look through these static images of us, I feel this edge aching. I can't really explain how intense the impact is. Each and everytime this happens, there's a whole different yet same sets of queries that surge up.

Sometimes reassures, sometimes doubting.

We are extremes, our conditions are extremes...

Can two extremes come together? Blend in and not outdo each other?

Am I your compatible half?

Am I worth the fight?

Why sometimes it feels like everything is so frail because we are not next to one another...

Yet there's this stubborn flickr of hope in me that says it is going to be great.

I surrender to He, who planned and planted His purpose in us.