Why Do You Have That Tag Words Words Words If They Are Meaningless Why To You Then Why Do Continue To

Why do you have that tag “words words words” if they are meaningless why to you then why do continue to share them.

Sometimes they feel meaningless(against the grand scheme of life and death). Sometimes they dont. I share them regardless because I have hope, that either someone will see behind the words or I will learn to make them a reality.

I use the tag words words words, because that is what they are without any human interpretation. It doesn't mean I have no underlining metaphor to what I write, just that I can see the madness in creating.

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If only over-thinking and daydreaming actualy solved my problems. It seems I may have to actually physically go outside.

I'll only be happy when -

Why not find some happy in the now.

I say this not to be cruel, I understand life isn't always good, kind or fair. Sometimes happiness is hard to find, it can be so rare.

I say it as a reminder: something to consider. Life will not wait for you, I'm afraid this might be a trigger. Happiness breeds hope, which inturn helps with growth. Cursing the now will only get you so far, for a moment you might find it justified, to curse your circumstances. But ultimately a joyful attitude, with grateful actions can have more impact than any materialistic wishing.

And please don't take this to mean you can't cry, that you can't ask the heavens why. Do this, no emotion left to fester deep down inside gave the host an easy ride, so let them free with pride. Just dont let the state consume you, your internal state is just that. A state, it will shift and change, but a stubbern one will fail to see the range of joy outside the sadness. They will not live with gladness.

But yes, you may very well be happy when you get that job or find the one, but I ask you this, what happens until then? Will you not consider any joy from now til then?

The sea covered and engulfed her. It completely suffocated her with cold peace. A feeling she had missed, dearly above all else. So she floated for awhile, letting the ocean rock her gently into apathy.

Anxiety and fear tethers me in paralysis. My heart races wildly within this fleshy cage, externally my face is set in its gentle facade.

Dear September,

I hope you will be kind, would you please leave the bad behind. Each month I ask the same, to others of a different name. But I have a feeling that you, september, will grant my request, just let this month be one of peace, one of the best, I'll figure out the rest.

Kind Regards, someone living life with hope and a tired heart.