tuesdayswithlexi

We all have scars; and as your scars are entirely different from everyone else, may you never have to scrape someone else’s wounds; trying to see, nurse or fix it even when sooner or later, you’ll find out that theirs have already started to heal. and whereas you also took time to heal, may you keep your wounds from gaping ‘til blood starts trickling, inflicting pain on others, as you pass on your hurts, the trauma and distresses too. for as each scar took its time to heal on its own, may you be reminded that you couldn't heal what you've always thought you could; for souls actually, need a different kind of healin

when you find yourself, don’t let yourself get lost again not in the crowd… maybe, not ever again when you find yourself, be still, comfortable in your uniqueness, your individuality for right exactly in this moment, there is nothing in the world that could come between you and yourself except maybe, that other side of you that side that wishes to conform, that lets you think, you’ll be better off with someone or at some place else and if the world starts to hurt you, brings you pain all over again you know better not to get scared, hide or runaway anymore you can come meet it face to face, head-on and embra

quiet and certain life had seem to pass moments such as these now come quite a lot often the chance to start life anew becomes the ultimate goal; suddenly the thought of being alone does not hurt at all come to think of it, it never did, except for times when I’m surrounded by peers who almost always think otherwise I found comfort in the silence, took solace in God and in places, experiences not commonplace that draw me in in the midst of all these, I found myself in this tranquility …right here, right now

Some cars drive fast, some cars slowly advance, this I noticed, in this parking lot where I used to pace around a lot. In this parking lot, it seems that everyone has learned to fight for their spot It's that constant pressure to have that laser-light focus, to find your own spot or else someone will find it faster, easier than you and you'd be left with no choice, so you settle with what's left See in this parking lot, you can push yourself to come in earlier to get to your desired, most coveted spot For if you come late, fortunately either you can still find one for yourself, maybe not at your preferred spot or maybe have none

doubts, feelings that come and go somewhere in between multiple masks that you’ve worn, maybe once, twice, or several times more one for every season, one for every person, a seemingly multitude of lives lived, swaying with the tides in the movement, in the changes, in the flipping pages I lost track of the ones you made me see blinded or enlightened? were you a friend, or a foe? where consistency lies there my eyes, my heart, mind, my soul would rather be As solid and firm, stable as a rock, there I shall stand where fears dissipate …and there it will no longer be.

Turn it around, Pick up the pace Shed a light, on that subtle gaze and sweetest days Saw it once before, the kind that makes my heart leap with joy yet felt too shy and have chosen to ignore Happiness i see, happiness for you and me Brighter days ahead always like this, never fearless it seems. Once again, silent prayers suddenly begin for that which i find indescribable, inexplicable and brings ambiguity through and through.

When was the last time you laughed, the last time you smiled, the last time you know how it felt to love, and be loved in return? When was the last time you uttered a prayer, believed in the impossible, hoped and have faith in something beyond you? When was the last time? you did something for the first time, died a little, laughed a lot? When was the last time, you felt free and fearless, to surrender and live, in the present? When was the last time, someone challenged your beliefs, your views and all other things you held dear, even changed your perspective? And when was the last time you believed every single word, held on for long,

Today I heard you utter lines that are heartfelt, downright meaningful right ‘til the end. It’s one of those days that I entered in and saw how that need to pause and reflect sets in. Today I saw you and came face to face with parts of you you’ve always wanted to share and confess Today I felt you closer filled with questions you’re always willing to ponder on and contemplate. Today I tried to listen to a heart that beats and throbs with each fervent prayer spoken Today I walked past a sea of faces, stood tensed yet holding up with silent prayers as well, cloaked between these lines Today I let out a timid smil

Empty Spaces, fill in the gaps but are the gaps worth filling, when spaces could be the best there is? Empty Spaces, must we fill the void, when the spaces are meant to breathe life to an otherwise teeming lot? Empty Spaces, must I come here, when it was deliberately left empty, desolate, deserted? Empty Spaces should I step out, and never risk to step inside again?

where do I go, when it seems savages are all here waiting to devour every piece of me? where do I go, when all I can think about is running further away from people and places just to keep 'me’ safe? where do I go, when it feels like nothing and no one could suffice as I painfully get by throughout the day? where do I go, does it even matter when I find it more refreshing to keep leaving running away some more.