Memories

Walking down the memory lane

All I see was the happiness in those eyes

The smile that never left her face 

The cheeks that glowed radiantly 

The pictures that spoke a thousand words

Now left empty with no words

The place that contained memories

Had them fleeting pass again

It was all painful down the road

It was never once easy

Things changed but not for the easier

They change for the better

YOUR WORD

No matter what you feel, it's always caused by something. You wake up crying on a bad night, what caused it? The nightmare. You had an enjoyable time for the day, what caused it? The simple joy of doing something.

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Some moments might be sadder than the other but some might be happier than the other. When someone goes through triggerings, it's something connected to their everyday life and without fail it will cause something out of them. Do you think that they like recovery? No. The temptations make them happy and it's really what that keeps them surviving at times. You think that they are having an easy time having to go against temptations? No it isn't. It makes them happy to go with the flow and sometimes that's what I want to. 

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We are what we are caused by the simplicity of black is evil and white is good. Our lives depends on temptations at times. The temptation of doing something good like helping out is what the world of people should have. But when you enter the dark side where the broken lies quietly, what can their temptations be? Stealing? The seven sins? It might be as simple as wanting to feel pain. It's all white or black.

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Grey? The world ain't filled with grey. It's where uncertainty lies and it's filled with a mix. It's not what we are, it's what we used to be. We did kind but human was never born good. It's what happened that made you who you are. Why so? We get influenced by our surroundings too much that we camouflaged into it. The black covers the white and it's all there yet gone.

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Triggers is just a word till someone goes through them to know the meaning. Everything is just a word till you come across the action. It's not seen but felt, everything is there as long as you interact with it. Triggerings my word means dearly to me and it represents me in one way or another. What's your word? It's representing you. Behind the words tell a story and every story links to a feeling. It's just a cycle where we can't break.

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Your word, your story and your feelings. It shows you who you are and what your life is.

Where were you?

When something happens, I wanna run back to tell you.
It's just so hard to say it out loud.
I wanna tell you how much I miss you.
The emotions that I crave to show, just can't.

Stupid enough to believe that you won't be there.
Craving for your love just like how I did.
Stupid enough not to see that you're there.
Cravings for your presence, satisfied.

Staring at the ceiling in the dark.
Same old empty feeling in my heart.
Cause love comes slow, and it goes so fast.
You loved, yet it's faded into past.

Where did it go?
I couldn't look for it anymore.
Gone from the presence, wanting more.
My heart yearns for more.

Same old page but words are gone
You were gone from me once again
Stay with me all the same
You were there so are you now?