For now on, know you are not alone in this vast world. It will get better.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Give it away...
I know what it's like to wake up and not want to go to school or work or even face the day. I know the feeling of not wanting to eat or put on clothes because it makes you feel a certain way. I know what it's like to question every look given or thrown your way. To be insecure and self-conscious. To have little esteem when you crave it most. To share your secrets with the world anonymously than to whisper them into the ears of those that should want to hear every little detail with out wondering how they'll take it.
To give that little piece away for someone else to hold on to until you're ready to open up properly.
To share your inner and true feelings with a smile on your face and weight lifted off your shoulders.
It sucks when the ones you trust the most goes off and shares it with everyone you and they know.
For those of you who feel like this, for those of you who just need a pick me up, know that there will come a time when you'll shed those worries and fears to climb that hill and to stand there soaking in the sun. To walk with your shoulders back and head held high. To walk away from that over powering shadow as you throw it over a bridge, a cliff or in the garbage. To shut it out side while you finally have a good night sleep. To know that you can and will get better, if you're willing to make a difference and change.
Lean on another and express how you feel because you never know, they might need to share something too. Smile, because you are beautiful! :D
To give that little piece away for someone else to hold on to until you're ready to open up properly.
To share your inner and true feelings with a smile on your face and weight lifted off your shoulders.
It sucks when the ones you trust the most goes off and shares it with everyone you and they know.
For those of you who feel like this, for those of you who just need a pick me up, know that there will come a time when you'll shed those worries and fears to climb that hill and to stand there soaking in the sun. To walk with your shoulders back and head held high. To walk away from that over powering shadow as you throw it over a bridge, a cliff or in the garbage. To shut it out side while you finally have a good night sleep. To know that you can and will get better, if you're willing to make a difference and change.
Lean on another and express how you feel because you never know, they might need to share something too. Smile, because you are beautiful! :D
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
"Loser" = Bully
This is a powerful video and I personally think it represents a lot to what we feel and think of ourselves these days...
Don't be a bully.
Monday, December 26, 2011
I know what it's like
I know what it's like
I've been there before
Where it's so dark
And where it's so cold
When you feel alone
In this big world
With no one to love
And no one to hold
With tears at night
And red eyes by day
Not an hours sleep
For first light's break
I know what it's like
I've been there before
Where it's so dark
And where it's so cold
One final step
To leave this world
All the pain that is felt
Will be no more
The bullet is loaded
The metal is cold
One pull of the trigger
And one lost soul
I know what it's like
I've been there before
Where it's so dark
And where it's so cold
A hole in the wall
A beating heart
The slip of the fingers
The gun on the floor
A heaving chest
Tears like rivers
Gasping for air
At the realization
I know what it's like
I've been there before
Where it's so dark
And where it's so cold
A second chance
A new sun to see
Places to go
And new life to breath
I've been there before
Where it's so dark
And where it's so cold
When you feel alone
In this big world
With no one to love
And no one to hold
With tears at night
And red eyes by day
Not an hours sleep
For first light's break
I know what it's like
I've been there before
Where it's so dark
And where it's so cold
One final step
To leave this world
All the pain that is felt
Will be no more
The bullet is loaded
The metal is cold
One pull of the trigger
And one lost soul
I know what it's like
I've been there before
Where it's so dark
And where it's so cold
A hole in the wall
A beating heart
The slip of the fingers
The gun on the floor
A heaving chest
Tears like rivers
Gasping for air
At the realization
I know what it's like
I've been there before
Where it's so dark
And where it's so cold
A second chance
A new sun to see
Places to go
And new life to breath
Hope
Lately I've been reading Gives Me Hope and 6 Billion secrets.
I want you to know that you have a chance to make a difference, that there are people out there that want you to feel better. To get better and know that it's not the end to the life you are living now.
I care for you.
I love you.
and I don't even know you.
I just know that others are feeling the same way.
We want to help.
Lean on us when you feel no one else is there, when you can't tell your best friends or family. Rely on a complete stranger to share what you need to get off of your shoulders.
Let them carry some of the weight that you're drowning and suffocating under.
Please, please, know that you have someone who cares even when you don't.
Trust me, it makes a world of difference knowing you are not alone.
Believe and most of all, have hope.
I want you to know that you have a chance to make a difference, that there are people out there that want you to feel better. To get better and know that it's not the end to the life you are living now.
I care for you.
I love you.
and I don't even know you.
I just know that others are feeling the same way.
We want to help.
Lean on us when you feel no one else is there, when you can't tell your best friends or family. Rely on a complete stranger to share what you need to get off of your shoulders.
Let them carry some of the weight that you're drowning and suffocating under.
Please, please, know that you have someone who cares even when you don't.
Trust me, it makes a world of difference knowing you are not alone.
Believe and most of all, have hope.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Running from Reality
They sat together on the same bench. Strangers to each other but not to such a life they both experienced. Though different in their own ways, hardship from an early age hung within the air.
This old rusted bench gave comfort as it over looked the cold waters to the vast ocean. The wind blew at different speeds and chills with the smell of salt wrapped around it.
Over the years many have come to enjoy such beauty but not as much as these two young people have. One would claim they owned this particular land if they were to count the amount of times either had showed up to just sit and fall away from reality.
He was from the streets. Born into a world where every day ways a constant struggle to keep breathing, to make each hour living from nothing. He made his own amusement. Many gave him pity but not the security a child needed. As he made friends over the years of trying to attend school, very few cared to acknowledge his reasons for wearing dirty clothes with a constant empty stomach.
His showers were from the rains that fell from darkened clouds as his shelters were cardboard boxes to under bridges and if lucky, one stay a week in a small bed unknown to it's owner.
His polite nature was beyond the adults he met as he tried to make little to go further than one would think could. Practical and smart he started out small and thought bigger as each thing he dreamt of became accomplished.
She was born into a family that looked normal to the everyday world. The lawn always kept neat and tidy. Nothing out of place. Perfect in every way.
Neglect and abuse hid within the walls of the house and not a soul knew of such tales unless one opened their mouth. From the very start she new that she was unwanted. A child having to make adult decisions where she was left alone days on end. Mother living for herself in high society as Father took to using hands not for loving.
School days she strove for acceptance by playing on every sports team, joining clubs and making honor role year after year. Little did anyone know she received a hurtful hand when she walked through the doors of her own home.
Makeup hiding what clothes couldn't as the smile forever placed upon her face, her eyes told all that needed release.
Both at their own times escaped their reality hoping to find something more. A long void where something, anything, could fill such emptiness in lives needing help to move on.
For the first time they met this day. Both caught up in a world where they wanted to run from everything they knew. The hardest one yet with no one to turn to.
As he glanced in her direction, it was evident of a forming black and purple bruise upon her left cheek. Her eyes stained of black ink from running mascara as her lips were split and puffy. Beautiful but damaged by another's hand.
She felt his eyes on her as she turned to look in his direction. She had just missed his full profile but studied him anyway. His hair choppy and messy, clothes tattered and worn. A hard demeanor from a rough life but attractive if given the chance.
As they fell back to their own worlds staring out into the sunset for another day done, both sighed at the same time. Caught off guard before breaking into laughter they brightened each other's spirits looking fully into the others face.
Memorized by sheer attraction, blushes rose to both ears. Lost in eyes that told the stories of a longing soul and a hurting heart, fate brought them closer then ever before.
Today marked a friendship deeper than water. They were comfortable with one another without knowing why. As they opened up and shared their lives and living in the others' shoes, they concluded for the night to continue the next day.
Days turned into months as they met periodically.
Neither of their lives were getting better.
He had found himself beaten and bloody left in an alley from a passing gang.
She had ran into older male hands touching as innocence soon became lost with screams and tears filling open air.
They held each other tight trying to mend the others wounds.
A year passed.
She never showed after that.
He waited each night with a long stemmed rose hoping to see her.
Walking past one Autumn evening, I saw him sitting there looking out like he always did with that long stemmed rose.
I tapped him on the shoulder as he questioned my notion.
I pointed to the white little plaque with black writing nailed to the tree as the setting sun hit it in a warm glow.
Never had I seen him breakdown the way he did.
Her life had been taken by the hands of her own flesh and blood as he was taken to prison for 1st degree. A grand funeral and the truth shared. She longed to be where the sun touched the horizon.
I left him to grieve the loss of someone he loved and who loved him back. It was not my place to stay when not needed.
Three weeks later and reading the newspaper, the headliner talked about a boy who saved a young girls' life. She had fallen into the unknown waters from being on the pier in bad weather. He had jumped in to save her.
He did but in return lost his own.
Tonight while in my passing of that old rusted bench over looking the vast ocean with beautiful sunsets, I remember the time I first saw those two young people sitting and staring out over the horizon loosing themselves from reality.
How fate placed them together from the very start and threw them for a whirlwind every step of the way making it harder to bare.
Closely looking by the tree that stood beside the old rusted bench lay a single long stemmed rose on the moss cover ground. A newly written plaque nailed neatly underneath the first in black writing stated the young boys' love of a girl who was just like him, given a hard life that never gave them the chance to see it through.
Together at last and in peace.
They sat together on the same bench. Strangers to each other but not to such a life they both experienced...
This old rusted bench gave comfort as it over looked the cold waters to the vast ocean. The wind blew at different speeds and chills with the smell of salt wrapped around it.
Over the years many have come to enjoy such beauty but not as much as these two young people have. One would claim they owned this particular land if they were to count the amount of times either had showed up to just sit and fall away from reality.
He was from the streets. Born into a world where every day ways a constant struggle to keep breathing, to make each hour living from nothing. He made his own amusement. Many gave him pity but not the security a child needed. As he made friends over the years of trying to attend school, very few cared to acknowledge his reasons for wearing dirty clothes with a constant empty stomach.
His showers were from the rains that fell from darkened clouds as his shelters were cardboard boxes to under bridges and if lucky, one stay a week in a small bed unknown to it's owner.
His polite nature was beyond the adults he met as he tried to make little to go further than one would think could. Practical and smart he started out small and thought bigger as each thing he dreamt of became accomplished.
She was born into a family that looked normal to the everyday world. The lawn always kept neat and tidy. Nothing out of place. Perfect in every way.
Neglect and abuse hid within the walls of the house and not a soul knew of such tales unless one opened their mouth. From the very start she new that she was unwanted. A child having to make adult decisions where she was left alone days on end. Mother living for herself in high society as Father took to using hands not for loving.
School days she strove for acceptance by playing on every sports team, joining clubs and making honor role year after year. Little did anyone know she received a hurtful hand when she walked through the doors of her own home.
Makeup hiding what clothes couldn't as the smile forever placed upon her face, her eyes told all that needed release.
Both at their own times escaped their reality hoping to find something more. A long void where something, anything, could fill such emptiness in lives needing help to move on.
For the first time they met this day. Both caught up in a world where they wanted to run from everything they knew. The hardest one yet with no one to turn to.
As he glanced in her direction, it was evident of a forming black and purple bruise upon her left cheek. Her eyes stained of black ink from running mascara as her lips were split and puffy. Beautiful but damaged by another's hand.
She felt his eyes on her as she turned to look in his direction. She had just missed his full profile but studied him anyway. His hair choppy and messy, clothes tattered and worn. A hard demeanor from a rough life but attractive if given the chance.
As they fell back to their own worlds staring out into the sunset for another day done, both sighed at the same time. Caught off guard before breaking into laughter they brightened each other's spirits looking fully into the others face.
Memorized by sheer attraction, blushes rose to both ears. Lost in eyes that told the stories of a longing soul and a hurting heart, fate brought them closer then ever before.
Today marked a friendship deeper than water. They were comfortable with one another without knowing why. As they opened up and shared their lives and living in the others' shoes, they concluded for the night to continue the next day.
Days turned into months as they met periodically.
Neither of their lives were getting better.
He had found himself beaten and bloody left in an alley from a passing gang.
She had ran into older male hands touching as innocence soon became lost with screams and tears filling open air.
They held each other tight trying to mend the others wounds.
A year passed.
She never showed after that.
He waited each night with a long stemmed rose hoping to see her.
Walking past one Autumn evening, I saw him sitting there looking out like he always did with that long stemmed rose.
I tapped him on the shoulder as he questioned my notion.
I pointed to the white little plaque with black writing nailed to the tree as the setting sun hit it in a warm glow.
Never had I seen him breakdown the way he did.
Her life had been taken by the hands of her own flesh and blood as he was taken to prison for 1st degree. A grand funeral and the truth shared. She longed to be where the sun touched the horizon.
I left him to grieve the loss of someone he loved and who loved him back. It was not my place to stay when not needed.
Three weeks later and reading the newspaper, the headliner talked about a boy who saved a young girls' life. She had fallen into the unknown waters from being on the pier in bad weather. He had jumped in to save her.
He did but in return lost his own.
Tonight while in my passing of that old rusted bench over looking the vast ocean with beautiful sunsets, I remember the time I first saw those two young people sitting and staring out over the horizon loosing themselves from reality.
How fate placed them together from the very start and threw them for a whirlwind every step of the way making it harder to bare.
Closely looking by the tree that stood beside the old rusted bench lay a single long stemmed rose on the moss cover ground. A newly written plaque nailed neatly underneath the first in black writing stated the young boys' love of a girl who was just like him, given a hard life that never gave them the chance to see it through.
Together at last and in peace.
They sat together on the same bench. Strangers to each other but not to such a life they both experienced...
Friday, August 5, 2011
Mine By: Jenalle Lyddon
The way you walk
The way you talk
Has me captivated by far
I'm so deeply in love
Though I have yet to even meet you
I try and picture what you look like but I cannot
You are my unknown
My Forever
My Soul
With smiles and laughter
The one I've been waiting for
Instantly for Eternity
Forever mine and mine alone...
The way you talk
Has me captivated by far
I'm so deeply in love
Though I have yet to even meet you
I try and picture what you look like but I cannot
You are my unknown
My Forever
My Soul
With smiles and laughter
The one I've been waiting for
Instantly for Eternity
Forever mine and mine alone...
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Special Best Friend.
I remember the first time I heard about this girl. I had figured she was just like another I didn't really care for since they were friends and seemed as if they rather not talk to anybody else. They were Harry Potter library nerds who read at insane times for the size of the books they consumed. How they spent practically every waking hour discussing the latest book they read or some stupid little thing that was significant about their day as if it was the latest thing heard on the news.
It wasn't until I was in grade 11 and her in grade 10 that we came face to face. As I recall that day, it was one of the many snow days we managed to get in one week during the winter season. A friend of mine, her and myself ended up talking about everything on the tips of our tongues. When I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING and anything we could think about. From her trip to Peru with her church to how the teachers became school kids at the thought of not having to teach.
From that day onwards, we hung out and she became apart of the group. I had judged her before I knew her and yet I instantly liked who she was as a person. Her Faith was important and trying to be the better person was a self indulged goal. Most of the time I couldn't wait to see her when lunch hour came about. They became a constant need to have. Just seeing her smiling face in the mornings before class made everything so much better.
It wasn't until the next year that our friendship grew stronger. How we ended up hanging out more and more outside of school. Where phone calls and MSN couldn't stop our days conversations. It was then that I told her about my past. How everything came into play, where it started from to where I had stood at that moment. She had cried with me and began to slowly allow me in.
I remember the panic attacks, flashbacks and the tears. Her shaking from one who haunted her dreams, thoughts and made her a nervous wreck when they contacted her. Her scares she bore physically, emotionally and mentally were evident. She felt out of place in her own body and amongst friends and family. I had made it as a person who has gone through suicidal depression to help this starving soul get back on her feet the best I could and no I'm not conceeded. I know what it's like to want someone to just listen without judging.
I've now realized that we have pulled each other up time and time again. From my addictions to her self-esteem, confidence and eating habits. Our Faith has grown to the point we have both gotten Baptised within the last 5 months. Recently we'd get together, have a blast and then have her parents walk into the room and have to take double takes for we ended up reading scripture and talking about what we had just read or are in need of understanding from both points of view.
We both have been clean for a long while now.
Our scares seen and unseen remind us that we CAN over come rough patches we are faced with.
Lately all I see her in are shorts and spaghetti straps not afraid anymore of what others say and don't say.
She is eating and keeping her shape in a healthier way.
A sister from another family whom I love and adore so much.
She is my encouragement and my special best friend.
So, as you stay for another half a year to work to then go to school the next as I leave for 6 months to the States, just know that we are never too far apart. Sure the phone lines will ring, Face book, Skype and MSN will be of main usages but I have no doubt in my mind that our friendship will ever end.
True friends can be away from each other for a long time to come back and feel like there was never a distance.
You know who you are and I'm so glad to call you my special best friend, my sister.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
A song (a friend started, I added to)
This world is full so much pain and heartache,
you sit there and your heart keeps breaking and your not happy.
what can I do Lord, to see your face lighting up this with
your glory your glorry Lord (Friend wrote this verse, the rest below are mine)Though I'm only mere Human, a pawn to do your bidding
How is it you sit there and watch it all unfold
You call to those important to you
yet allow others to fall
You have chosen Lord..
I promise not to fall
As the sun goes down for another day done
Little children read to and tucked in
You look upon your creation and know its not right
Yet you hold tight, you hold tight
Running up the street as the rain pours down
I wonder to myself, am I gunna drown?
Looking up to the sky, tears of joy trail down my face
I am here and want to do your bidding
Hold still my child for I am not done
Though this world is finished there are those who still cry out
Some wish to be saved while the rest cave
I'm grasping your hand, take mine into account
Trying to please Him, I can only do one thing
Fight for what I believe in and shun all other things
Live life to the fullest yet prepared when the time comes
My life is yours My Father, My God
Take me when you're Done
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Can I Go Dancing? By; Jenalle Lyddon
The numbness
Everyone gets it.
Some more often than not
I can’t explain what’s going on.
The songs are yelling at me as the rain drowns me in.
The thunder like a wave of something angry yet comforting.
Can I go dancing?
To walk through the thick dark cloud knowing a strong embrace is waiting on the other side.
A headache
Something drilling at my skull that won’t budge
Won’t let loose
Immobilized
Though the lights are on my vision darkens and becomes unreadable
Nothing else is around me
The need to type is a constant reminder that in some cases I have no control
I have to do this.
Keep writing nonsense
Make things go in circles
Stop!
Dizziness
Where are you?
A maze dense with deep forest green
Blockages
Wrong ways
Why have you gone and left me?
What happened to what was, what use to be?
How did we end up this?
What went wrong?
Sorry, I can’t go back and change it
What done is done
Forgive me
The dead of winter in a wooded forest, snow on the ground untouched.
Walking, the white Burch bark trees speak in whispers
Can you hear me?
I’m waiting for you
Fear is struck
Heart quickens
Breathing thins
Running
Careful, don’t trip!
I’m right behind you
Oops you slipped
Freezing cold
Unbearable
Water
Choking
Unable to move
Help
Fading quickly
Falling fast
Moving is harder
Why?
I can’t grasp what you’re handing me
Why are you laughing?
Is something funny?
Can I know why your eyes are a dark muddy brown filled with something I can’t read?
What have I done now?
Numbness
My eyes are closing
Since when did you become so cruel?
I’ve hit bottom
My hair light weight
My clothes solid bricks
What happened to the sunny days?
The cool breeze on a hot summer’s day
The laughter
Smiles
The longing of each other’s embrace
I’m moving
Where to?
And
How?
A pull
A surge of whatever may be
Brightness enclosed by darkness
Eyes of an unknown colour
Strong hands from a rough days work
Male
I can breath
But faintly
My heart works
But softly
I’m unable to move on my own
Carried
A cloud has lifted my solid self
No sounds
No crash of the hidden water
No you
But why?
Warmth is calling me
Am I allowed to go?
Have I been given permission to do what is asked?
Slumber
A path unlike any other
Bold colours
Enriched detail
I’ve been here before
The smell of pine, earth and sweet grass
White pines bigger round then when we first met
The ground easy to move on and visible of hidden things
Safe
Secure
Sheltered
Untamable
Your eyes follow my every move
Muddy brown that were once warm
You should have left
Be gone for I no longer have willed to see you
Your embrace brings back what I do and don’t want
Leave me be
I have died yet you somehow follow
I turn from you
From this unknown person I thought I knew
A dress of flowing white softness caress my fragile body
As my bare feet gently touch down on the mossy ground
My hair catches wisps of current and flows about my face
My eyes see and now I know
I’ll be watching you
Again in years to come we will meet
Until then
Good-bye
The numbness
Everyone gets it.
Some more often than not
I can’t explain what’s going on.
The songs are yelling at me as the rain drowns me in.
The thunder like a wave of something angry yet comforting.
Can I go dancing?
Everyone gets it.
Some more often than not
I can’t explain what’s going on.
The songs are yelling at me as the rain drowns me in.
The thunder like a wave of something angry yet comforting.
Can I go dancing?
To walk through the thick dark cloud knowing a strong embrace is waiting on the other side.
A headache
Something drilling at my skull that won’t budge
Won’t let loose
Immobilized
Though the lights are on my vision darkens and becomes unreadable
Nothing else is around me
The need to type is a constant reminder that in some cases I have no control
I have to do this.
Keep writing nonsense
Make things go in circles
Stop!
Dizziness
Where are you?
A maze dense with deep forest green
Blockages
Wrong ways
Why have you gone and left me?
What happened to what was, what use to be?
How did we end up this?
What went wrong?
Sorry, I can’t go back and change it
What done is done
Forgive me
The dead of winter in a wooded forest, snow on the ground untouched.
Walking, the white Burch bark trees speak in whispers
Can you hear me?
I’m waiting for you
Fear is struck
Heart quickens
Breathing thins
Running
Careful, don’t trip!
I’m right behind you
Oops you slipped
Freezing cold
Unbearable
Water
Choking
Unable to move
Help
Fading quickly
Falling fast
Moving is harder
Why?
I can’t grasp what you’re handing me
Why are you laughing?
Is something funny?
Can I know why your eyes are a dark muddy brown filled with something I can’t read?
What have I done now?
Numbness
My eyes are closing
Since when did you become so cruel?
I’ve hit bottom
My hair light weight
My clothes solid bricks
What happened to the sunny days?
The cool breeze on a hot summer’s day
The laughter
Smiles
The longing of each other’s embrace
I’m moving
Where to?
And
How?
A pull
A surge of whatever may be
Brightness enclosed by darkness
Eyes of an unknown colour
Strong hands from a rough days work
Male
I can breath
But faintly
My heart works
But softly
I’m unable to move on my own
Carried
A cloud has lifted my solid self
No sounds
No crash of the hidden water
No you
But why?
Warmth is calling me
Am I allowed to go?
Have I been given permission to do what is asked?
Slumber
A path unlike any other
Bold colours
Enriched detail
I’ve been here before
The smell of pine, earth and sweet grass
White pines bigger round then when we first met
The ground easy to move on and visible of hidden things
Safe
Secure
Sheltered
Untamable
Your eyes follow my every move
Muddy brown that were once warm
You should have left
Be gone for I no longer have willed to see you
Your embrace brings back what I do and don’t want
Leave me be
I have died yet you somehow follow
I turn from you
From this unknown person I thought I knew
A dress of flowing white softness caress my fragile body
As my bare feet gently touch down on the mossy ground
My hair catches wisps of current and flows about my face
My eyes see and now I know
I’ll be watching you
Again in years to come we will meet
Until then
Good-bye
The numbness
Everyone gets it.
Some more often than not
I can’t explain what’s going on.
The songs are yelling at me as the rain drowns me in.
The thunder like a wave of something angry yet comforting.
Can I go dancing?
Just You By; Jenalle Lyddon
My heart clenches.
And I can't breathe
This chokehold is not a terrible thing
Just one I'm uncertain of.
Eyes watering
The tears fall before I can catch them
How does one cope with these intense feelings?
Being away makes it harder
Yet
There will always be a distance
One not so easy to reach
But here I am
Wanting
Almost craving
Your attention
Finding it hard
And hating myself
Yes
No
Please?
Heads' spinning
A need
Yet not
Confusion
But I want you...
Just you
And I can't breathe
This chokehold is not a terrible thing
Just one I'm uncertain of.
Eyes watering
The tears fall before I can catch them
How does one cope with these intense feelings?
Being away makes it harder
Yet
There will always be a distance
One not so easy to reach
But here I am
Wanting
Almost craving
Your attention
Finding it hard
And hating myself
Yes
No
Please?
Heads' spinning
A need
Yet not
Confusion
But I want you...
Just you
This is only the beginning..
There is much more to say yet the words never came.
So here I am waiting.
Yet not knowing what to do or to say..
I'm stuck on what has yet to happen.
To come my way....
A Cutter's poem By; Jenalle Lyddon
A Cutter's Poem
Some days the blade feels closer than Heaven
Days are close and so is the arm
Red marks are that are left, deep lines showing the way
The days are numbered
Slowly by slowly the blade cuts deeper than it should
Trickling down the arm, blood flows out the gash that is left
All the pain that was ever felt is gone and happiness is what’s left over
Sometimes it’s light out but darkness creeps upon it swallowing it up with it and everything else
Day by day the pain is gone and put with different things.
Getting deeper as the time goes by
Now it’s harder to stop.
Keeps coming and everything is spinning around.
Now there’s a big puddle on the ground.
Can’t make it stop, it won’t go away.
All that is heard are faint screams as darkness takes over once again.
But light won’t appear for too much is gone.
No more pain shall I feel for now I am gone.
The blade that was once held in the hand of sorrow and pain, is laid upon the grave where thy lay.
Some days the blade feels closer than Heaven
Days are close and so is the arm
Red marks are that are left, deep lines showing the way
The days are numbered
Slowly by slowly the blade cuts deeper than it should
Trickling down the arm, blood flows out the gash that is left
All the pain that was ever felt is gone and happiness is what’s left over
Sometimes it’s light out but darkness creeps upon it swallowing it up with it and everything else
Day by day the pain is gone and put with different things.
Getting deeper as the time goes by
Now it’s harder to stop.
Keeps coming and everything is spinning around.
Now there’s a big puddle on the ground.
Can’t make it stop, it won’t go away.
All that is heard are faint screams as darkness takes over once again.
But light won’t appear for too much is gone.
No more pain shall I feel for now I am gone.
The blade that was once held in the hand of sorrow and pain, is laid upon the grave where thy lay.
A Death Not Wanted By: Jenalle Lyddon
A Death Not Wanted
What more could happen?
Mommy is gone and I feel as though there’s nothing left.
Daddy doesn’t care,
He doesn’t care where mommy went.
Mommy I miss you, please come back, I don’t know what to do.
It hurts mommy, the pain is just too real
Mommy please come back, as the days pass by the pain is getting worst.
Bruises are seen everywhere too hard to cover up, friends and teachers wonder how they got there.
I’m too ashamed to open my mouth, too scared for what might happen next.
Mommy please come back.
Mommy now doctors are concerned and Daddy won’t tell them the truth, there’s nothing I can do.
Mommy it’s too late, I’m sorry I can’t hold on, I’m sorry it had to end this way.
I’m gone to a better place, my body, mind and soul can finally be at peace.
Mommy please come back but know that I’m not going to be there.
All I wanted was for you to hold me when I pass from this world.
Mommy please com back and know I didn’t want this.
What more could happen?
Mommy is gone and I feel as though there’s nothing left.
Daddy doesn’t care,
He doesn’t care where mommy went.
Mommy I miss you, please come back, I don’t know what to do.
It hurts mommy, the pain is just too real
Mommy please come back, as the days pass by the pain is getting worst.
Bruises are seen everywhere too hard to cover up, friends and teachers wonder how they got there.
I’m too ashamed to open my mouth, too scared for what might happen next.
Mommy please come back.
Mommy now doctors are concerned and Daddy won’t tell them the truth, there’s nothing I can do.
Mommy it’s too late, I’m sorry I can’t hold on, I’m sorry it had to end this way.
I’m gone to a better place, my body, mind and soul can finally be at peace.
Mommy please come back but know that I’m not going to be there.
All I wanted was for you to hold me when I pass from this world.
Mommy please com back and know I didn’t want this.
I Watched You Go By; Jenalle Lyddon
I watched you go; you’re too far out of my reach now.
I was there when everything happened.
The bright lights, the screaming, everything.
We both wore our belts and tried to move out of the person's way.
The rest comes as a blur but all I can remember was calling your name, hoping you'd respond.
Flashing lights are now around me, helping me out, I don't know where you are and I franticly look about.
I then look at the car.
Tears flooded me face and I fell to the ground.
Hugging my knees while rocking back and forth, a man came up to me.
You left me that night, which seemed perfect at the time.
You were my friend, the one I looked up to.
You were the world to me.
You were my mom, my dad, my aunt, my uncle, my cousin, most of all, my sibling.
You gave me the inspiration and courage to face the world.
Now I stand at your grave, crying silent tears of that night we shared for the last time.
I wished it was me that was taken from the world instead of you.
I can’t look at anyone anymore with those happy eyes.
Everything left me on that night even though it took forever to get a smile to spread my face.
I’m now gripping your tombstone as if it were you, the way I used to.
I fear to get into any car again.
It’s been hard these years without you,
Out of our family and friends, you were the closest to me.
We kept your room the way it was before the accident.
I’m the one that goes in there all the time, wanting to see if I can feel your presents or hear your voice.
Sometimes I would sneak in your room at night just to think you would come in an hour later to kick me out.
As reality comes back to me so does a flood of fresh tears.
I cling to your pillow as I cry myself to sleep.
I watched you go and now you’re too far for me to reach.
I was there when everything happened.
The bright lights, the screaming, everything.
We both wore our belts and tried to move out of the person's way.
The rest comes as a blur but all I can remember was calling your name, hoping you'd respond.
Flashing lights are now around me, helping me out, I don't know where you are and I franticly look about.
I then look at the car.
Tears flooded me face and I fell to the ground.
Hugging my knees while rocking back and forth, a man came up to me.
You left me that night, which seemed perfect at the time.
You were my friend, the one I looked up to.
You were the world to me.
You were my mom, my dad, my aunt, my uncle, my cousin, most of all, my sibling.
You gave me the inspiration and courage to face the world.
Now I stand at your grave, crying silent tears of that night we shared for the last time.
I wished it was me that was taken from the world instead of you.
I can’t look at anyone anymore with those happy eyes.
Everything left me on that night even though it took forever to get a smile to spread my face.
I’m now gripping your tombstone as if it were you, the way I used to.
I fear to get into any car again.
It’s been hard these years without you,
Out of our family and friends, you were the closest to me.
We kept your room the way it was before the accident.
I’m the one that goes in there all the time, wanting to see if I can feel your presents or hear your voice.
Sometimes I would sneak in your room at night just to think you would come in an hour later to kick me out.
As reality comes back to me so does a flood of fresh tears.
I cling to your pillow as I cry myself to sleep.
I watched you go and now you’re too far for me to reach.
Star Crossed Lover By; Jenalle Lyddon
The folds of your fingers in between mine, the heat that radiates from our palms.
You are the unknown that I crave.
The one I long for to fill the emptiness within me.
My smile widens its true smile as your eyes show wonder and enjoyment.
We are happy.
The soft graze of your hand upon my back, your laugh deep and daring.
Being taller as dark hair sweeps your forehead.
The way you hold yourself with confidence and grace.
Everything about you draws me in.
When embracing I feel safe and secure.
This is right, I know it.
Once we find each other we won't need another.
No one else made to be put in the way.
When we meet, will we know at first glance?
Your lips kissable and addicting.
Your body intoxicating.
Is sleeping going to be put on hold?
Feeling like I'm needed, like I'm loved and cared for, is all that I wish for.
As our bodies intertwine with one another and fantasies explored, the waking morn will remind us of the previous night. Waking to feel your arms wrapped around my waist as my head lies upon your chest.
You are all that I long for.
You are my other half I have yet to find.
Star crossed lover.
You are the unknown that I crave.
The one I long for to fill the emptiness within me.
My smile widens its true smile as your eyes show wonder and enjoyment.
We are happy.
The soft graze of your hand upon my back, your laugh deep and daring.
Being taller as dark hair sweeps your forehead.
The way you hold yourself with confidence and grace.
Everything about you draws me in.
When embracing I feel safe and secure.
This is right, I know it.
Once we find each other we won't need another.
No one else made to be put in the way.
When we meet, will we know at first glance?
Your lips kissable and addicting.
Your body intoxicating.
Is sleeping going to be put on hold?
Feeling like I'm needed, like I'm loved and cared for, is all that I wish for.
As our bodies intertwine with one another and fantasies explored, the waking morn will remind us of the previous night. Waking to feel your arms wrapped around my waist as my head lies upon your chest.
You are all that I long for.
You are my other half I have yet to find.
Star crossed lover.
Soreful Tradigy By; Jenalle Lyddon
Soreful Tradigy
Hold on.
You have to fight it.
You can, you’re strong.
Please.
Stay with me…
Those words I spoke, remind me everyday that I lost you.
I wanted desperately to hold onto you, to let you know that I loved you one last time.
My throat aches.
My lungs clench.
My stomach lay in heavy knots that won’t loosen.
You made the days pass with smiles and laughter.
I was beyond happy.
Overjoyed.
You were taken from me when I said I’d always be there for you.
I couldn’t help you.
Why wasn’t it me instead of you?
My mind clings to your beautiful eyes.
Your silky smooth hair catching the wind, blowing wildly…
I’ll never be able to forget you.
Things destroy others happiness, you were mine.
I’ll move on and wait until I can see you again.
My beautiful melody…
A voice like an angel…
Heaven hold you high.
When my time comes to an end, I’ll return to you.
To once again capture you in my grasp, never wanting to let go…
You are my beloved that left before I could make you my bethrolled.
You are my treasure that is forever within my heart and my soul…
Until we meet again…
My soreful tradigy.
Hold on.
You have to fight it.
You can, you’re strong.
Please.
Stay with me…
Those words I spoke, remind me everyday that I lost you.
I wanted desperately to hold onto you, to let you know that I loved you one last time.
My throat aches.
My lungs clench.
My stomach lay in heavy knots that won’t loosen.
You made the days pass with smiles and laughter.
I was beyond happy.
Overjoyed.
You were taken from me when I said I’d always be there for you.
I couldn’t help you.
Why wasn’t it me instead of you?
My mind clings to your beautiful eyes.
Your silky smooth hair catching the wind, blowing wildly…
I’ll never be able to forget you.
Things destroy others happiness, you were mine.
I’ll move on and wait until I can see you again.
My beautiful melody…
A voice like an angel…
Heaven hold you high.
When my time comes to an end, I’ll return to you.
To once again capture you in my grasp, never wanting to let go…
You are my beloved that left before I could make you my bethrolled.
You are my treasure that is forever within my heart and my soul…
Until we meet again…
My soreful tradigy.
Charter of Rights Numbers 3 &4 By: Jenalle Lyddon
Charter of rights Numbers 3&4
Each day is excruciating.
Hours after hours weighs like chains upon my soul making it impossible to want to keep going.
I cry out in agonizing pain.
Tears trail down my face quietly not making a sound.
What about me?
Am I not one that deserves to live in freedom and safety?
Where does it say I’m another’s property?
Sleeping is unheard of as I lie awake at night with terror coursing through my body.
Bombs and gunshots sound so close, I want to run.
Save me please… Somebody.
Hear my silent plea, where my mouth barely moves and words hardly sound above a whisper.
I’m Human too!
Somewhere far away a voice wants to scream from the back of my head.
To break this stranglehold and to live like I’ve done something for myself…
Hiding is out of the question.
They’ll find me and take away even more than I already have.
A sleepless night is welcomed by absurd labour not my own.
As birds chirp beautiful melodies on trees so tall, my face pointed towards the sky, I wonder to myself if there’s something better than this caged life I live now.
~ Everyone no matter who they are has the Right to live in freedom and safety as well as not to be another’s property.
Each day is excruciating.
Hours after hours weighs like chains upon my soul making it impossible to want to keep going.
I cry out in agonizing pain.
Tears trail down my face quietly not making a sound.
What about me?
Am I not one that deserves to live in freedom and safety?
Where does it say I’m another’s property?
Sleeping is unheard of as I lie awake at night with terror coursing through my body.
Bombs and gunshots sound so close, I want to run.
Save me please… Somebody.
Hear my silent plea, where my mouth barely moves and words hardly sound above a whisper.
I’m Human too!
Somewhere far away a voice wants to scream from the back of my head.
To break this stranglehold and to live like I’ve done something for myself…
Hiding is out of the question.
They’ll find me and take away even more than I already have.
A sleepless night is welcomed by absurd labour not my own.
As birds chirp beautiful melodies on trees so tall, my face pointed towards the sky, I wonder to myself if there’s something better than this caged life I live now.
~ Everyone no matter who they are has the Right to live in freedom and safety as well as not to be another’s property.
Guardian Angel By; Jenalle Lyddon
Guardian Angel
I’ve watched you grow up since you were little.
You know what they did to you was wrong.
I would cry watching as I could do nothing at all.
Wanting so badly to reach out to say you can get through this, be strong.
I am here by your side tonight, just like long ago.
You were precious to me from the very start.
Years have past and nothings changed, happiness and all other emotions have left you.
Most nights I watch over you as you sleep dreaming of a better place.
Calling out shouts of ‘leave me alone’ and “stop hurting me’, break the silence of the house.
Child, have I cared for you so.
Not knowing that I am here, you cry out “I can not do this alone!’
Joy consumes me for I’ve waiting for so long.
“I am here little one, I have come.”
I’ve watched you grow up since you were little.
You know what they did to you was wrong.
I would cry watching as I could do nothing at all.
Wanting so badly to reach out to say you can get through this, be strong.
I am here by your side tonight, just like long ago.
You were precious to me from the very start.
Years have past and nothings changed, happiness and all other emotions have left you.
Most nights I watch over you as you sleep dreaming of a better place.
Calling out shouts of ‘leave me alone’ and “stop hurting me’, break the silence of the house.
Child, have I cared for you so.
Not knowing that I am here, you cry out “I can not do this alone!’
Joy consumes me for I’ve waiting for so long.
“I am here little one, I have come.”
What you thought you knew By; Jenalle Lyddon
As the days go by
I wonder why
I sit and stare out the window
As the seasons change
And we grow at a monderate rate
I watch within the shadows
They are the unknown
Ones who wait
For a chance to unleash
What we call our deepest fears
Though we tell no one
All will be reveiled
A splash of a puddle by the moon's glow
The lingering feeling of damp and cold
A shiver running down your back
The faint haze of another
Watching
Amongst the midnight sky
Hiding is what we all do best
No one can say different
Run while you can
With a pounding heart and clentching lungs
As legs and feet ache and demand rest
A world turning black as the unknown catches up
As the days go by
I wonder why
I sit and stare out the window
As the seasons change
And we grow at a monderate rate
I watch within the shadows
I am what you all run from
Hidden within each one
A falling from
The deepest pit
With no end to your
Dispare
Nightmares are the strength
In which I fathom
To the highest accord
Without unbalance
To soar amongst any depth
I will triumpth
So think of the happier times
Relinquish on the memories
Rejoyce at the time spent with those you care about
Always look to the brighter side
Try hiding what you truly feel
But just know, I can disturb those too
As the days go by
I wonder why
I sit and stare out the window
As the seasons change
And we grow at a monderate rate
I watch within the shadows
At long last
I am you
Your inner self
Waiting to counteract
When you try and get away
From yourself...
Your worst enemy.
I wonder why
I sit and stare out the window
As the seasons change
And we grow at a monderate rate
I watch within the shadows
They are the unknown
Ones who wait
For a chance to unleash
What we call our deepest fears
Though we tell no one
All will be reveiled
A splash of a puddle by the moon's glow
The lingering feeling of damp and cold
A shiver running down your back
The faint haze of another
Watching
Amongst the midnight sky
Hiding is what we all do best
No one can say different
Run while you can
With a pounding heart and clentching lungs
As legs and feet ache and demand rest
A world turning black as the unknown catches up
As the days go by
I wonder why
I sit and stare out the window
As the seasons change
And we grow at a monderate rate
I watch within the shadows
I am what you all run from
Hidden within each one
A falling from
The deepest pit
With no end to your
Dispare
Nightmares are the strength
In which I fathom
To the highest accord
Without unbalance
To soar amongst any depth
I will triumpth
So think of the happier times
Relinquish on the memories
Rejoyce at the time spent with those you care about
Always look to the brighter side
Try hiding what you truly feel
But just know, I can disturb those too
As the days go by
I wonder why
I sit and stare out the window
As the seasons change
And we grow at a monderate rate
I watch within the shadows
At long last
I am you
Your inner self
Waiting to counteract
When you try and get away
From yourself...
Your worst enemy.
Mine. By Jenalle Lyddon
The way you walk
The way you talk
Has me captivated by far
I'm so deeply in love
Though I have yet to even meet you
I try and picture what you look like but I cannot
You are my unknown
My Forever
My Soul
With smiles and laughter
The one I've been waiting for
Instantly for Eturnity
Forever mine and mine alone...
The way you talk
Has me captivated by far
I'm so deeply in love
Though I have yet to even meet you
I try and picture what you look like but I cannot
You are my unknown
My Forever
My Soul
With smiles and laughter
The one I've been waiting for
Instantly for Eturnity
Forever mine and mine alone...
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Easter 2011
Growing up in a Christian household Easter was centered around the Easter Bunny first thing in the morning. Dad made his infamous pancakes as Mom got out her camera and followed my siblings and I around the house snapping pictures. Afterwards we'd clamber into the car and head to Church where the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ became the solid focus. I remember this one time in particular. The older students and younger parents put on a reenactment of what Jesus went through. How He went through brutality from whips and a crown of thorns. How He was paraded around the streets carrying His cross as a crowd followed His every move while some threw disdainful words His way, others cried. Jesus paid for our Sins. For all the wrong doings we as human beings are naturally born into.
From the very start I can say as a small child I understood. I was all about God and Jesus and many of the stories in the Bible. My Mom has often told me a reoccurring memory of how one Easter service I bawled like a baby asking her to not let Jesus get hurt, to go save Him so He didn't have to go through all those hateful things. Then I often asked why people were so mean. How could they hate God's one and only Son? At one point Dad had to take me out of the main part of the church and into the back room to try and calm me down.
At some point in my life the true meanings of Christmas and Easter started to fade and like many on this Earth got into the material side of things. Christmas became about Santa Clause, reindeer and presents. Easter became all about how many chocolate eggs I could find before anyone else could. I would gorge on those meanings as Christ slowly was put and the bottom of the list. How I allowed myself to go about these holidays numbing the Truth in front of others. Even my friends and family were idolized before Christ as these holidays meant less school and more time to laze about the house doing nothing.
Years later, I'm 20 years old. A good section of my life has passed me by. My first year of University finally complete, exams done and over with as our 4 months of summer vacation is starting and we move on. Some of us finished and are graduating, some going away for the summer or getting jobs while others, like myself, are leaving completely to start anew.
On Friday, Good Friday, the sun was shining, the weather was a comforting warm as a soft breeze hung loosely here and there. I walked to Church that day. Never have I ever been moved by such words, songs and prayer before. Never have I ever taken these words into account and felt like I felt back when I was a child. It hit me. It, as a whole, hit me hard. I walked away from the service reliving what Christ went through and how I'd of gladly given my life for His. I look back and realize how much I've missed from being so naive. How the life I was living was so lost and wrong because of the actions and words I used and had done were not even pleasing but degrading. I was no longer the temple God had made me.
Easter Sunday. The first time ever missing it with my family. I was late missing the bus from my place to campus. In my head I was freaking out yet on the outside calm and patient hoping and praying another bus would arrive soon so I could hear what my pastor was about to say. 1 Corinthians 15 talks solely on Jesus' Crucifixion and Him rising from the dead 3 days later. What got me the most is how much we believe that He rose from the dead but only in spirit, not body. How we belittle what truly happened.
If we do not believe that Jesus rose from the dead in body and soul, what is the point of going to church?
What is the point of our pastors standing at the alter telling us about His good news or of His miracles?
Would they not make it better by getting a proper job than doing what they do?
This Easter, is one that has made all the difference in my life. Only a month ago, a week before my 20th I gave my life to God. I was baptized and I've been made new. A new outlook on life and how everything that has happened is so far away. Jesus died for my sinful ways. I'm no longer under Adam's family tree but Jesus'. Yes I'm a sinner. I'll always be a sinner but being apart of Jesus' family, there is hope, love and forgiveness. To strive to want to do better, not because I'm made to.
So tell me;
Has Jesus risen from the dead in body and soul?
and
What does this mean to you?
Saturday, April 23, 2011
9:15pm.
9:15pm
It's normally around this time when most are settling down for another day done.
Young ones tucked in and read to.
Night light on, monsters from the closet and under the bed taken care of
As that special someone leaves the door lightly open in order to hear them call or cry,
Foot steps heavy from the weight yet soft from not wanting to wake a soul.
It only becomes a matter of time;
A split moment where the world freezes.
The simpleness of the cordless phone going off
A pick up, 'Hello' and falling to the floor.
A dreaded call
Painful regret.
The greatest loss...
A funeral in the making.
Childish questions asked without gaining adult answers in return
Yet...
They already know.
No coming back.
Hugs
Or...
Kisses
Never growing up with them
Playing games
Getting into trouble
Hearing their voice in the darkness...
Always glancing up at the sky hoping they get the chance of seeing them.
Going to the airport instead of the graveyard
Talking about the medals instead of looking at them over the mantle
A picture
A uniform
Dogtags
The last good-bye that never came...
9:15pm
A child up past bedtime
Footsteps making shuffling sounds
Coming down the stairs with a book in their hands
That special someone caught offguard but doesn't say no
As they read and the child listens
A man that is able to walk on water
And overcomes death...
Miracles happening from the touch of His hand
People rejoicing
Loving
And
Crying...
All is cut short as the cordless phone breaks the silence
As the child jumps from the couch to get there first
"Hello?"
Small eyes sparkle bright
Smile, the biggest seen in a long time
Giggles and tears of joy trail down such a tiny face
'You're up late, shouldn't you be in bed?'
Not knowing the right words
The child shares
And ends with;
'I love you'
Hanging up the phone and going to bed.
A single light left on
A child drawing of a small happy family
And the book...
Laid right beside...
Five gold letters easy to read on the spine
B''''''''''''''''''''''';
I ;
B ;
L ;
E.................;
It's normally around this time when most are settling down for another day done.
Young ones tucked in and read to.
Night light on, monsters from the closet and under the bed taken care of
As that special someone leaves the door lightly open in order to hear them call or cry,
Foot steps heavy from the weight yet soft from not wanting to wake a soul.
It only becomes a matter of time;
A split moment where the world freezes.
The simpleness of the cordless phone going off
A pick up, 'Hello' and falling to the floor.
A dreaded call
Painful regret.
The greatest loss...
A funeral in the making.
Childish questions asked without gaining adult answers in return
Yet...
They already know.
No coming back.
Hugs
Or...
Kisses
Never growing up with them
Playing games
Getting into trouble
Hearing their voice in the darkness...
Always glancing up at the sky hoping they get the chance of seeing them.
Going to the airport instead of the graveyard
Talking about the medals instead of looking at them over the mantle
A picture
A uniform
Dogtags
The last good-bye that never came...
9:15pm
A child up past bedtime
Footsteps making shuffling sounds
Coming down the stairs with a book in their hands
That special someone caught offguard but doesn't say no
As they read and the child listens
A man that is able to walk on water
And overcomes death...
Miracles happening from the touch of His hand
People rejoicing
Loving
And
Crying...
All is cut short as the cordless phone breaks the silence
As the child jumps from the couch to get there first
"Hello?"
Small eyes sparkle bright
Smile, the biggest seen in a long time
Giggles and tears of joy trail down such a tiny face
'You're up late, shouldn't you be in bed?'
Not knowing the right words
The child shares
And ends with;
'I love you'
Hanging up the phone and going to bed.
A single light left on
A child drawing of a small happy family
And the book...
Laid right beside...
Five gold letters easy to read on the spine
B''''''''''''''''''''''';
I ;
B ;
L ;
E.................;
April 23 2011 - Time.
It's funny how we go about each day absorbed in our own lives. How we pass by those on the street we think nothing of. The little things that pass us by as others we take granted for.
We each play a special part yet we no not of how they are suppose to play out. What happened to the random acts of kindness? The selflessness that was once all for the greater good?
How have we let ourselves become the main focus as our lives pass us by quicker than we could ever imagine?
Have you stopped to take in the smell of Spring?
To feel the soft breeze upon your skin?
Have you hugged a loved one today?
What about a smile to someone you pass by or a Thank-you to another?
Is there someone you haven't talked to in a while?
Why not pick up the phone and call them.
The old days where we sat down with our friends and family without the gadgets we all possess today. A chance of silence, a meal sharing our day.
Take a moment, 10 minutes of your day however busy you may be and do something you haven't in a while.
You never know if it may be your last...
Are you happy of how your life has turned out?
We each play a special part yet we no not of how they are suppose to play out. What happened to the random acts of kindness? The selflessness that was once all for the greater good?
How have we let ourselves become the main focus as our lives pass us by quicker than we could ever imagine?
Have you stopped to take in the smell of Spring?
To feel the soft breeze upon your skin?
Have you hugged a loved one today?
What about a smile to someone you pass by or a Thank-you to another?
Is there someone you haven't talked to in a while?
Why not pick up the phone and call them.
The old days where we sat down with our friends and family without the gadgets we all possess today. A chance of silence, a meal sharing our day.
Take a moment, 10 minutes of your day however busy you may be and do something you haven't in a while.
You never know if it may be your last...
Are you happy of how your life has turned out?
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