Colleen Brown's Blog, page 196

"Don’t push your past in the back of your head. Put it in your hands, or on the table in-front of..."

“Don’t push your past in the back of your head. Put it in your hands, or on the table in-front of you. Sort it out and understand why you did the things that you did. Learn from it so you never make the same mistake over and over again. Try to grow from it. Don’t make it an enemy, and don’t make it fear. There is nothing to be afraid of. Take it on. Go to war with it until you can come out as the one who conquered it with honor and truth.”

- Small conversations, #21

I’ve been up since 6 a.m. and the only thing about my...

I’ve been up since 6 a.m. and the only thing about my body that is restless is my hands. I would rather be exploring you.

Your memory is the only thing that I cannot rid of with words.

Your memory
is the only thing
that I cannot
rid of with words.

The wind has taken awayall of my remaining feelings for you,and that’s something that I do...

The wind has taken away
all of my remaining feelings for you,
and that’s something that I do not
have the desire to chase after.

All I want to dois be swallowedby the sky.

All I want to do
is be swallowed
by the sky.

Tonight was the first nightin a long line of monthsthat I have ever felt betterby being without you.

Tonight was the first night
in a long line of months
that I have ever felt better
by being without you.

"Fate is traveling to a foreign town, knowing no one, and running into someone who you never thought..."

“Fate is traveling to a foreign town, knowing no one, and running into someone who you never thought you would see again.”

- Small conversations, #20

I look at my sister and I wonderhow we were created in the same body.I look at her and I try to...

I look at my sister and I wonder
how we were created in the same body.
I look at her and I try to understand
how we came from the same creators.
I look at her face and I see good luck.
I examine her body and not only
does she take on the shape of an
hourglass, but her skin is timeless,
and it is just waiting to be stopped.
I study her face and I see the work
of Kallikrates. I see the lips of Athena
just waiting to swallow everyone whole.
I look at my sister and I wonder
how her and I came from the same body.
While her structure was being built
by freedom and passion, mine was
being built by mistakes and misfortune.

I have the flu and I feel so weak and alone. I feel like no matter where I turn, there is no hope...

I have the flu and I feel so weak and alone. I feel like no matter where I turn, there is no hope for me finding a love that I have always yearned for. I look at myself and I find it hard to believe that I will ever come across someone who is able to love me in the way that I would be able to love them. At this moment, I feel weak. I feel like I am deteriorating, and I feel like all I can do is sit here and watch everyone I have ever loved falling in love with someone who is comfortable in their own skin.

That’s all you wanted from me,wasn’t it? Beautiful words to give you that push to get you back...

That’s all you wanted from me,

wasn’t it? Beautiful words

to give you that push

to get you back out there.

It’s been days since we

have last spoken, and I

cannot help but to regret

thinking that you actually

loved me, wanted me,

and needed me

to feel at ease again.

You only wanted me

for my words, and for

my ability to bring you

back up, when all he could

do was bring you down.