Born To Be Nothing But Me. – Calosha
All my plans, really not mine, or are they?
As soon as they come by, I see why I shouldn’t force any. A dog with a bone, now water that fits into any.
All the plans made, not really mine, or are they?
All this overthinking, all this wanting the best, not…
I am on borrowed time, now catching up to all my good doings. Seven cat lives, with six different fights, fighting at the same time. Who holds my hand is dismissed by many. I can’t debate them, so I live all six lives and fight the same fights they cry about.
You see, some things…
My soul told my mind a sad story on a Friday: “Wood from the tree, nails from the ground deep within. A hammer from the minds who wanted to make it easier to pierce a nail through.
Now pounded on the flesh of the immortal. High up, in-between the two, for all to see,…
I said many things, many times over, in the same span of time. Now it is a new hour, time for old habits to die young. Correcting with red ink and a kiss on the cheek. I was so lucky to have empathy for someone who has a new hour to pan everything out.
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Keeping track of the track record left behind by all whom I have a tendency to forget, who had a hand in lowering the knife from the back of my heart. Forgiveness was never supposed to be forgetting what was written by my own blood on the walls I had raised out of fear.
Now…
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.…
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…
You hated yourself so much it became a part of you. You see love for the first time; it feels and looks foreign. So you run away. You self-sabotage. You don’t understand until it’s too late.
You take the lesson and write it in your heart—to never run away again, to stand still when self-sabotage…
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