This a love poem i created from my journal when i was so madly and genuinely in love It was at that moment that i was living on top of the world and inhaling the scent of cherry blossoms as the rest of the world was breathing in regular oxygen

Keeping memories of what was once was, this is my journey of self recovery, self love and self inspiration

At some point in life, silence becomes safe. when you don't need to explain yourself, the poem here just describe the feeling.

Well, no idea how I can get to be the best carpenter without having to go to school and become an apprentice. I am always a miss fixer kind of a person, you know. I fix people, I fix clogged sinks, I fix broken beds I mean that’s on my little level of knowledge. Anyway, there is one thing I really wish I could fix but I never will and maybe never will it happen. If I try getting screws, I have to get soft ones yet I don’t think they will work anyway. How I wish it was so easy to get in there, chisel it, smoothen the broken ages and glue them together The heart is a really funny organ that no science, fiction, no doctor, no witch doctor or no one will ever understand. Yes it can physically pain and that can get fixed medically but what about the emotional heartbreak? A heartbreak that feels like it’s broken in half, it feels like it’s dark in the socket, it feels like it’s empty, it feels like am imaginary laser wire is cutting through it every second of the day? THE SCREW?

The Borken side of Love. the weeping, the darkness, the emptiness, the myriad of questions, the whys

i dont know if this is a question ,opinion,wonder or whatever it might be. i find myself weirdly, socially awkward but i am an extrovert naturally. example, i could be around a group of people if they are younger than me i am not really interested but around older people i feel so comfortable and i can talk for hours. any experience? whats your take? any question? whats your opinion?