Success

Success is a pretty heavy word that often crosses all of our minds and rolls out of all of our tongues. I know that I think of the word success all of the time and how I'm gonna reach it and what I need to do to reach it. I often ask myself what I need to do to become successful and most importantly, what exactly is "success" to me. The word "success" is so heavy because it has a different meaning to everyone and everyone has to take different paths to reach their definition of success. Keep this in mind whenever you're on your way toward your definition of success, whatever it may be. Never make the mistake of comparing your success to somebody else's because it's toxic and can hold you back from reaching your fullest potential. Be your own person and understand that everyone has their own path, their own journey. Pump envy and hatred out of your heart, blood, and veins. When you're really at peace with yourself and really understand what "success" means to you, then you'll reach it, at your own pace. Going at your own flow and not comparing yourself to others will ultimately get you where you want to be, it's the recipe to success. Rather than constantly comparing yourself to others and bringing others down, work on yourself every single day. Take a step toward your definition of success every single day. Become a better person than the person whom you were yesterday. And while you're on your journey to success, cherish all of the memories in which you've created and celebrate the person that you've become. Forgive yourself and others for mistakes that all human beings make. Enjoy life while you're on your journey and keep a light and positive heart. You will succeed.

Maybe

Maybe, just maybe, I was made for you and maybe you were made for me. We were made for eachother, you and I. I know for sure that you tumbling into my life and into my heart wasn't just by chance- everything felt so right and flowed so beautifully and smoothly- something I've never experienced before. Something that I only knew to exist in books and movies and poems. I fell in love with you the minute I first laid my eyes on you, the minute you made my heart skip a beat and made me feel invincible. I fell in love with you the moment YOU made time freeze and made ME feel superior. The way you laughed was music to my ears, the way you'd arch your neck back when you'd tell a joke and the way your eyes would shine with passion when you'd tell a story. I fell in love with your touch, with your kiss, and most importantly your presence. I fell in love with you. And I felt as though I'd known you all of my life. I felt as though the emptiness that I'd been searching for for so many years got filled up by your being. I didn't feel empty anymore. I felt whole and I thought that maybe, I was waiting for you all along. Maybe my heart knew your heart long before our bodies physically met and maybe, just maybe, you were made for me, and I for you. 

Earthquake

You know when you're just living your life and everything seems to be going at a normal pace until an earthquake occurs and shakes you right off of your feet? Suddenly, your blinded and have no idea where your life is heading; you're scared and clueless. Your perfectly envisioned life isn't so perfect anymore, but spontaneous and random, you never know what can occur next. This earthquake appeared out of nowhere and changed your life, day by day. This earthquake changed your dreams and helped you become more selfless and taught you how to love and open up your heart a little bit more. This earthquake made you realize that there's something bigger out there than yourself. This earthquake is a person whom you love, a person who shook your world and filled your heart with everlasting love. This person changed your world forever and swept you off of your feet. This earthquake was the most powerful of all earthquakes you've heard of and larger than any earthquake you've ever encountered. This earthquake shook your heart, forever. 

Cling

I want to dig my nails deep into your flesh and never let go. I want to have a grasp of you- forever. I want you to live in my heart until my hairs turn white and the corners of my eyes wrinkle. I want to wake up to your presence and fall asleep to your presence. I cling onto you so desperately, like a mad woman. I want to smell your skin and taste your smile. I want to feel the warmth of your skin against mine. I want to experience your happiness and your sadness- I want to be there through it all. I want you to want me back; I want you to cling to me. I want our hearts to intertwine; I want you to be a part of me and I want to be a part of you. My love was made for you; I was made to love you. I was made to taste you. I was made to cling onto you. I was made for you like the moon was made for the sun and the stars for the moon. I was made to know every inch of your body, even more than I know my own. I was made to carve a smile upon your lips and to cause a burst of laughter out of you. I will do anything it takes to love you until I literally can't any longer; I am yours and you are mine more than I am my own. 

What's the good in smiling when your heart consistently weeps? 

Numb

At one point, nothing disappoints you anymore. You've become numb to it, you've seen it all. You've seen the worst of the worst, lovers cheating and lying, friends backstabbing each other, people committing suicide because of the filth that this world is full of. So many judgements, stereotypes, racism, and hatred. You've seen people drink their sorrows away and you've seen people smoke to forget. You've seen bloodshed, abuse, and darkness. You've seen the devil himself, disguised as certain individuals. Nothing matters. You know it all. You've seen it all and all you can do is to survive through it all, like all of us. All you can do is live day by day, try to make something of yourself, before your death bed ultimately greets you. Sometimes, the beginning is the end and the end is the beginning. You know it all. You've seen it. And you're numb. You're a survivor, just like everyone else. And everyone else has a story, just like you so try and spread love despite the nastiness and filth that this world has in it. Spread the love despite your teary eyes and wretched heart. Because if you spread the love, then the next person will and one by one, we can prove that the world maybe isn't as filthy as it seems. And together, we can help the numbness disperse into joy and a bit of brightness. 

Home

Home is where the heart is, they say. 

But I don't understand anything because I can't quite locate where my heart is. Ever since I've been growing up, my heart has been grappled and toyed with. Whispers have gone through my ears, trying to differentiate right from wrong to me, trying to define everything for me. I feel like my heart has been stepped on many times, and not just in a romantic manner, but as to where it is, as to where home is. What is home? For a while, I believed everything that I was told, but nothing makes sense anymore. Everything seems strange and unfamiliar. An emptiness lurks within me, something is missing and I must find it. I must find what home is to me and where my heart is. This roof over my head doesn't quite feel like home, even though I am comfortable and love everyone, but then again; what does home feel like? What is home? I want to detach myself from everything I've ever been told; I want to experience and start piecing the puzzle on my own. I want to find out where my heart is and what exactly, where exactly home is. I need to know. I must know. I won't give up until I do know.