Mon-Stylo

I should probably be lying if I say that I wrote this as I always write things from what I felt, saw or what I went through. Death is the escape of the soul from the body. I wonder why I am speaking of death today of all days, well I was scrolling my status list and i saw this, When people we love die they take with them a part of us, the part we occupied in their hearts. They become memories, and we miss them when the songs they liked pop up on playlist, we miss them when we see their photos, we miss them when we’re in the situation and we know exactly that they could have helped, we miss them when the moment we had together cross our minds, we miss them when we think of them. Ripples of tears are the way our eyes use to express love but let's our tongue say it while we are still alive, let's our hearts feel it while we still have time, let's our actions express it too. Pick up that call, don't ignore it. Text them, call them, and tell them you love them. It...

Sometimes you think you’re ready to pull the trigger, but suddenly you find out that the bullet has your name on it. Close that book with mistreatment as the book cover, each page has its content; tears, sadness, anger, unsatisfied desires, envy, greed and so much more. Get out of that comfort zone because no one is there to save you. They're only there to stop you from flying higher and from reaching beyond the limits. By the time you’ll start taking care of yourself, cutting yourself from sick friendship, mistreats, people who want you to read their minds like an open book, you’ll be called weird, mean but that’s choosing yourself. Instead of sitting down and wait for people to change and start treating you right, treat yourself right. Yeah, I know that when things change, people start perceiving them the other way round. I might be lying if I told you that it’ll be easy to settle and go in line with things but as the days go by you’ll come around by time and live the best pa...