Wondering…

I wonder sometimes about if I really feel emotions or if I just fake them…. How does one validate the authenticity of what one’s feeling? Or can one even validate emotions?

Does the breaking of your heart, the pain in your soul inform you about the emotional upheaval you are going through or does it just mislead you towards a man-made quagmire of lies, deceit, unruly thoughts, unfinished dreams, etc?

Maybe I’m not supposed to know… Maybe it’s my destiny to roam these vales without any answer to soothe my mind and heart and soul. I don’t know… Still.,.

I keep walking…

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Time…

It’s time to rest, little heart, little heart

It’s time to slumber, little birdie.

Rest your tired feet

On my soothing shoulder

Tarry awhile and meet

All the gentle souls of this old house.

What makes you wary, little heart?

What keeps you awake, little birdie?

Is it the crumbling walls of this house?

Or is it the sense of a deep darkness within unroused?

Do not worry, dear little heart!

Do not worry, dear little birdie!

The darkness hurts only those

Who have malicious intent in their hearts

Not those with pure hearts to keep their part.

Now fly away, little heart, little heart

Go away, little birdie

The storm is past, little heart, little heart

The weight is lost, little birdie.

It’s time to rest, little heart, little heart

It’s time to slumber, little birdie.

Stand Alone, Stand Tall!

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Don’t you love being alone in the crowd?
Millions of stars in the universe!
A part of it and yet apart from it?
Don’t you adore the anonymity it gives?
You could be anyone and get lost in it.
Lost but not truly lost!
As you would have you to know and identify.
The mass of life passing you by
Like a rolling stone – each rolling, each unique.
Alone but not as alone as you could be
If you lost your self, your identity to the ebb and flow of life around you.
So you stand apart from the crowd.
How does it matter so long you have yourself for company?
And that of a couple one or two just like you.
Being different is no chore, no fault, no sin.
How would you feel if you lied to yourself and you were untrue?
Wouldn’t that be the worst kind of betrayal?
Worse than being apart from the crowd, alone in it?
Unbind the chains you’ve wrapped around you,
Change is the only constant – even time, the mightiest, falls!
Stand alone, stand tall – the weight of one is no weight at all.