Valenciano

"Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 00:04:26 -0400

“Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong, and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.”

- Henry Rollins

"To let go isn’t to forget, not think about, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy,..."

Wed, 05 Jun 2013 17:19:05 -0400

“To let go isn’t to forget, not think about, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn’t winning, and it isn’t losing. It’s not about pride, it’s not about how you appear, and it’s not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn’t blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts and doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt, or sadness. It’s not giving in or giving up. Letting go isn’t about loss, and it’s not defeat. To let go is to cherish memories, and overcome and move on. It’s having an open mind and confidence in the future. Letting go is accepting. It’s learning, experiencing and growing. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry, and made you grow. It’s about all that you have, all that you had, and all that you will soon again. Letting go is having the courage to accept change, and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up. It’s realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, to clear a path, and to set you free.”

- theflightout

Blackout

Sat, 18 May 2013 03:12:39 -0400

It came to a point where sleep was my escape and waking up was my punishment. A darkness where not even the brilliance of the sun prevailed. A heart so eager to live, now barely surviving its next beat. I found myself intoxicated, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to live, oblivious to reality. Kryptonite oozing from the horrid cracks of my being, overwhelming the superman-like force and power I once thought flourished throughout my entire body. Alone, I gasped for air, but there was no one there. Then suddenly, beneath the rubble of struggle, I found a reason to believe again. Hope. Despite the colossal blackout, I believed that the light could pierce through darkness and its presence would act as beautiful evidence that everything would be alright. It was magnificent. I felt it, from the deepest part of me, a feeling of immense hope, peace, faith, and love. What I thought was forever lost, found me hiding from the world. And before I could even open my eyes to finally see the light, without warning, I was ambushed and abandoned. The pain was unfathomable. The pain was surreal. Later on realizing that I was deceived by superbly timed defective promises shaped and sculpted by the very same light that promised me the liberty to dream and hope again, annihilating the very foundation and infrastructure of my existence. Another life dismantled, another beautiful lie perfectly orchestrated. Incapacitated and in shock, with every bone broken and every muscle ripped apart, I held on. Steadfastly, I held on. Letting go was not, at any cost, an option. With my arms wrapped around what I believed was the culmination of my love, I found myself fading into a black hole, pain within pain. Only then did I realize that maybe it was about time. Maybe it was time to let go. Is letting go of a perfect lie greater than clinging on to an empty truth? Would you rather wake up and face the music or remain asleep, dreaming of a nonexistent fantasy? Fight for what is right, but when it isn’t right anymore, stand down and retreat. Give everything you’ve got, because in the end, whether you make it or not, you have nothing to lose and everything to gain. I learned that the hard way. Someone once told me that your strength is above and beyond what you know. That the true legacy of your strength is revealed when being strong is the only choice you have left. I urge you, when you find yourself forgotten, do the one and only thing you can do. Take the pressure off your hands, close your eyes, and just let go. For true strength isn’t just measured by doing what you can, but by doing what you cannot.

Sometimes.

Sun, 05 May 2013 04:06:47 -0400

Sometimes.

"The moment you find yourself happier, asleep. When reality is the nightmare. Never wake, forever..."

Sun, 05 May 2013 04:00:39 -0400

“The moment you find yourself happier, asleep. When reality is the nightmare. Never wake, forever sleep.”