A broken postcard...

It was then I realized I had lost a friend. It was then I realized that she had moved on. It was then I realized that all those times that I was there for her were in vain,
She no longer cared because I hurt her once but loved her a million times.
Here lies a broken postcard I will not get.

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But I'll still check my mail, with hope that life will change.

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Taking control.

There is a certain freedom that lies within our minds that needs to be satisfied from time to time. We all have our ways, our methods to finding this freedom and for finding this satisfaction that our mind requires. In a complex variation of points, everything connects, and suddenly, it all makes sense. I don't know why I wrote that really, but my mind seems to want to write words to no reason, it seems to desire to speak. We are ready to go. The world is. We have reached endless amounts of opportunities and goals, and have quickly decided that in our time, everything would be possible. We went to the moon before we actually had personal computers, and now we're in the 21st century, and I stop and think, what is there to do? And it is then that I realize, we are failing. As the brilliant scholars that we are, we have yet to figure out the very system that will keep each and every human being at peace. We have yet to understand how to properly feed those who don't have ...

Finance

A small quote I came up with as I was going to bed last night, felt it was worth sharing: Don't buy depreciating assets unless they are a necessity and if so, buy them depreciated.

"I'm not the whisky you want, I'm the water you need." - Rupi Kaur

The light came through, Your peaceful smile, in truth. The surreal was still at bay But I did not know what my words would convey. I heard the silence pedal, I spent the days winning medals Hoping to protect my heart By covering it with metal. I'm trying to explain these walls, The shields and simple fears, I hope they don't reflect you away, But I do not know if you can stay. I buried myself deep within Behind this thick armor My wounds had frozen As I lay there, I burned the roses. A little heat was a sweet reminder Of my burnt past The loving pleasure and pain I ran from what would always remain. So when I glanced at you in disbelief, It was hard to mutter past my walls, But you saw past them with your own, By admitting what I had never known. The vulnerabilities we touch Let us know we are loved They acknowledge our shame And let us play our game With a silly smile, I finally got the courage I finally had the nerve, To yell past my wall...

The brush of your steps.

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