saving drowning fish :-0

While looking for a new idea around me, a friend sent me a photo that got me thinking, 'am i wasting my time'.


think about it...

Are we living our lives trying hard to make a difference yet we are only doing the opposite of it.
am i spending my life saving a drowning fish,?
are you stuck with someone, who abuses your emotions when all you need to do is put the fish back in the water and let it swim..!

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Yolo

Yes, i came to that conclusion after much thought.. you only live once, make the most of it,really. Not to pass on reckless notions but enjoy what you have, the present. Aint nothing better than enjoying damn good pizza ladden with cheese and carbs..heck buy new jeans the next day. Am somewhat petite, and for the longest time ive been fixed on some pair of jeans that used to fit just right but i lost weight for some reason and they dont fit anymore..i could swear i ate pounds of beef and the like and realised, my body functions in its on way. I eat healthy most of the time, my sister wouldnt say so but i think i do. :-) Lets not miss the point here, am writing this to remind not only myself but others like me who are on course to accept what is with their body image. Imperfections are inevitable but beautiful and create a work of art so unique. Confidence starts from the inside and flows outwards, to how you walk, talk and behave. Wrapping a package. As a young woman, and ...

My piece:My peace

The shiver hits, tears drop, reality dawns, heart beats, frantic, the rocking back and forth begins, No one to hold, I surf the waves alone, I slowly taste the water, I gulp, I take it in, the fight in me,slowly fades a bitter sweet release, my flesh gives in, my eyes flutter as they shut, I say a prayer, and wish forever. As i breathe my last, I feel his hands on me, holding so tenderly, grabbing so fiercly, I open my eyes, but am done, i say in my head, I see him shake his head as if he heard, I feel the splash, He cares, He has me in his arms,close to his chest, He holds on to me as we surf the wave to shore, He whispers,'you are loved'. Bernice.

Alone

Sadness engulfs me, the smell of rain the shiver that comes with the cold rush feeds into my soul I shudder a little, tears freely fall I’m reminded of every word, every touch, every whisper I feel naked, used and abused Reality always did move as it pleased longing for a touch, a genuine touch A freeze in time for it to last forever Dreams rarely come true, heartfelt moments disappear as vapor Like a lone tree, with shriveled up leaves, I continue to wallow in my sadness moving how the wind pleases, bracing the merciless rain drops Nothing to cover my shame, no shadow of color I bleed, I bleed with sorrow How then did life get to this, how then can I rise from the ashes? Bernice Alela

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