Born To Be Nothing But Me. – Calosha
I say, “Let’s get back to it.” How love in life is less about love and more about if they treated you right — and I can say without a doubt, they didn’t. How hope in life is less about enjoying the present and more about worrying about tomorrow. How, in this life that we…
“This Story” series of stories written by Calosha Gomes on everyday life. How living is not really living if freedom, peace and above all, conditions placed on were and how One or the Other even breaths. How everything is labeled as unnatural and natural is anything that goes viral. One person and the Other person…
I am back in the cold wind, flying higher than the last time I walked these streets. The green light is on my side, and so is the sidewalk on the right side of the universe. The sky is what I waited for fondly, and I smile as I make my way back from 29°C.
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Empty page on Monday morning, filled with everything — every single error and every failure staring at the soul by Saturday. I say one statement; everything crumbles into laughter. Well, I have taken this beautiful life way too seriously for a beautiful soul.
Empty mind after the statement. And it is Monday again — now…
The sun, piercing through my skin like never before. Maybe the long-awaited year is the reason why. The wind now has the same numbing impact as the cold I had gone to, doesn’t allow me to be depressed.
The chaos that I had once left behind, now I can handle better than I ever could.…
Flew to a different space in a different time zone, just to be held without sacrificing my own breath.
Walk to a different lane in a different time zone, just to be crossing at the red light, looking both sides so no one goes over my troubled soul.
Ran to a different runaway…
If you could fill joy in a 3 × 4 box, only to move it across the world. What would be in your’s? Mine was the sky and the sound of the ocean and the wind that always had my back, more than any. Mine was the open road at five forty five in the…
Music always has a way to get emotions on an open platter, while I am with my eyes closed, knowing full well its presence. Sit still and let them type on a notepad, not knowing the direction or the angle or the dimension it is willing to move in. The absence of knowing the full…
Nothing and everything at the same time. Forever and temporary at the same time. Immortal and mortal at the same time. Present and moving forward at the same time. Chaos inside and calm outside at the same time. Lost soul and gained the world at the same time. Imbalance and injustice at the same time.…
I go back to wherever everything hurt and wake up with a smile because I know how much I have walked just to get a smile when I look back. The past is the past and has no power over our present beauty. Nothing could be healed by time, just learning what matters and what…
To not be anything other than who I see when all chaos is calm. To stay that way not just during the calm, but also when chaos hits, unexpectedly.
The need to be a good person has now evolved into surrendering my heart, because I never had anything to lose.
Miracles have always changed my…
No amount of peace could take away the thoughts we invite, knowing they are painful, even on a sunny day, just to get us feeling down. The worries we so willingly carry, knowing nothing good is going to come of them—we really should just put them down.
The false assumption that we have some control…
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