Rolje's Blog, page 3
June 15, 2017
Sometimes we’re strong. Sometimes we’re weak. Sometimes w...
June 6, 2017
Love is on its Way
Such a lovely fortune.
Tempted to believe it’s a lie.
How could it be true if this life is damned with emptiness?
Isn’t love a lie?
An elixir concocted by some scheming mind who knew making a penny off a warm, fuzzy heart is easier than coaxing candy from a baby.
That pedantic pronunciation of three little words which alone mean nothing.
I.
Love.
You.
I am selfish.
Love is a lie.
You are no one.
But wait…
Why must it be a lie?
Let a cookie say what it wants?
You alone are enough.
Even if I d...
June 5, 2017
Not Alone
It is in those moments that we find ourselves woven in this fabric of time.
We sleep fitfully knowing we must wake, conscious of the other world we still have no claim over.
But what?
What if this world we sleep within is merely the tangible but we have yet to discover that?
What if the world we think our own, where we have individual identities…
What if that were the illusion?
Powerful.
Extreme.
Exactly.
Dreamworld.
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June 1, 2017
Guilt
Overwhelmed.
The fire is so hot breath is stolen away.
This is not passion.
Suffocation.
The burden of the situation is burned in the mind, leaving a black footprint.
Still, invisible.
Hidden.
The responsibility to do no harm is stronger than any fantasy of comfort.
Fantasy.
Dream.
Wish.
Unresolved desire.
No request.
Entered unbidden.
Rude.
Please knock next time.
Request ignored.
This war could so easily be won if mind and body and soul would concede one to another.
If what?
How dare you?...
May 31, 2017
May 17, 2017
Wild, not like the wind, like the calm
Free.
Freed.
Freedom.
This state that is so satisfying. This being that is so freeing. Repetition never tasted so good.
Repeat.
Wash.
Rinse.
Repeat.
Don’t let the past rule the future. Wild and free. The motto she lives by.
Unfettered.
Unshackled.
The prison reaches only extend as far as they are allowed. Courage rests in the hands of those who seize it.
Carpe diem.
Swimming against the current, destined for a brighter future. Fighting through the waves of popular opinion, for the future. The...
May 11, 2017
Not Aimless, Not Lost, Lonely.
Don’t know what to do.
Useless.
Helpless.
Don’t know where to go.
Clumsy.
Awkward.
Don’t know what to say.
Silent.
Silence.
That’s all there is to it. If only there was an easy answer. If only the mystery could be solved quickly.
Solitude.
That’s not what’s wanted. That’s what’s received.
Given.
Taken.
Pride.
No desire, can’t ask for company.
Burden.
Filed under: Notes Tagged: life, lonely, mental health, mind, mood, relationships, thoughts, words, writing
May 3, 2017
There’s Nothing Like You
Craving you.
That’s all.
Your invisible smile.
Your imaginary body.
Your see through heart.
What kind of inspiration would it take to materialize you? To what end would patience expend itself before you would appear, opaque, existent?
Craving you.
Craving you.
Sounds like a song.
A long lost dream.
A faraway memory.
Is it insanity to want what doesn’t exist? If at times there are standards for any mortal to aspire to then that’s what it is. A dream.
Just a dream.
A feeling.
A desire.
No matte...
April 30, 2017
Potential
Far above the water, stands safety.
They come like thunderclaps, sudden, necessary.
But…is there a such thing as an end?
Continuity…
Fractured thoughts…
The rushing train of eloquent chaos bids rise to order.
Confusion.
Insanity.
It’s all art.
Disjointed.
Instant.
Needed beyond the backdrop of mortality.
Consider…
Ponder…
Wonder…
There’s a chance to find peace. There is only the long journey to find it.
Filed under: Notes Tagged: emotion, life, memory, mental health, mind, mood, words, writing...
April 26, 2017
There’s Nothing Left
Eyes gazing upwards, beseeching, begging, willing, urging…
But there’s only silence.
The voices died a long time ago. They were never listening anyway. Their faces just twitched and contorted as they grimaced and chuckled, too distracted by their own ruminations.
But there’s always hope. There was always hope. Even if the voices abandoned the eyes, there’s should still be motivation.
Unrestrained release.
Not allowed.
There’s no need for that.
Forget.
Ignore.
Distraction.
Redirect.
The eyes...
