I romanticize flowers.

Their trembling petals,

their stubborn, 

clumsy kind of serenity,

their accidental serendipity,

the way I once romanticized love,

when I still believed love could outgrow the damage.

I don’t write much these days.

I feel everything, all at once,

like waves kissing the shore soft, 

then devastating.

It’s the same with words

they rise up in me when I'm awake till morning

and sometimes when I'm walking with my headphones on,

press against my throat gentle yet brutal and then vanish as if it never rained.

Last evening, I wandered into this little crumbling shop

the kind that smells like old wood, dust, and older regrets.

I bought myself some vases.

though, not really vases

Just empty wine bottles,

bruised and beautiful,

the way lost things sometimes are.

Each one could maybe hold three, four flowers, not more than that, if given all in one they could suffocate,

if you pour enough warmth into them,

if you pretend they were made to carry something delicate,

something reckless enough to bloom.

They’re sitting on my bookshelf now, 

Where my favorite poetry books used to be,

I traded my little happiness last night,

they are a little crooked, 

a little tired yet glow gently.

Maybe that’s what we were.

A collection of cracked vessels,

barely enough to bloom,

barely enough to break,

barely enough to stay.

Still, somehow enough to survive.

I don’t know why I’m writing all this.

Maybe because it’s raining tonight,

and everything softens in the rain,

 so will my pain!?

Maybe because some part of me still thinks I’d understand love is not expectations.

Maybe because some flowers still bloom in broken bottles,

Maybe because some hands still remember how to hold.

Maybe because

I miss how love feels in hand,

quietly,

Always,

quietly.

By,

Shaina...

 A person said he likes my honesty and another person said he dislikes me for being honest.......

It made me think ,what is the real me?

What is my character in my own life?

What am I?

I haven’t always been a good person.....

In some lives, I’ve been toxic......

In others, I’ve helped them reach the top......

In some stories, I’ve been a bad friend......

In others, I’ve always been the best listener.....

But,at the end of the day, i am myself,

I have a happy personality and a sad soul.

I am a walking contradiction, a tapestry woven with threads of joy and sorrow, boldness and shyness.

 I confuse people, and sometimes, I confuse myself.

My personality often beams with happiness, yet my soul carries a weight of sadness.

 When I strive for joy, the shadows of melancholy creep in, reminding me of what could have been or what might never be.

I am bold in my actions, yet shy in revealing my true self.

 I love deeply, with an intensity that can be both a blessing and a curse. 

Sometimes, I feel a coldness, a detachment that surprises even me.

I crave attention, the warmth of connection, but I push away the very things I desire. 

I am healing, slowly mending the cracks within, but simultaneously, I am hurting, bearing the scars of past battles.

I am a listener, absorbing the stories of others, offering a shoulder, but I rarely share my own burdens. 

I am a vault, keeping my deepest thoughts and feelings locked away.

I struggle with self-acceptance, yet I find myself loving the person I am becoming. 

The journey of growth is a constant battle, a push and pull between self-criticism and self-compassion.

I say "I don't care," a shield against vulnerability, but the truth is, I care too much.

 The world's joys and sorrows resonate within me, deep into my bones.

I am dedicated to growth, striving to evolve, but I also self-sabotage, a frustrating dance of progress and setbacks.

I am a living paradox, a testament to the complexities of the human heart. 

And perhaps, in my contradictions, I am more real than ever.

I'm paradoxical !!

I am the echo of a thousand whispers, a symphony of opposing forces. And in that discord, I find my song!

 "Let's talk about the beautiful mess we all are. Share your thoughts in the comments below."

By,

Shaina...

 Lovely Logic's To A Happy Life: 

1. Make Peace with your Past so it doesn't spoil your Present.

2. What others Think of you is None Of your Business.

3. Time Heals Almost Everything, Give the Time, Some Time.

4. No one is the Reason of your Happines. Except You yourself. 

5.Don't compare your Life with others, You have No Idea what their journey is all about.

6. Stop Thinking too much, Its Alright not to know all the Answers.

7. Smile, you don't own all the Problems In the world.

Stay happy 

Keep smiling

Take care my frnduuuuu

By,

Shaina...