Ambivert

I read your storms before your skies turned gray, I knew your silence had too much to say. Your voice would tremble, mine would quietly bend, I wore my heart like armor, lover and friend. I stayed through shadows, guessed your hidden pain, Held pieces of you through thunder and rain. Yet when my oceans rose and pulled me apart, You stood like distance, not close to my heart. Tell me, what kind of love clocks out at night? Leaves at midnight and calls that feeling right? How do you whisper “I care” then disappear, When the one who loves you is drowning in fear? I know, I know you care in ways you can, You stayed till two, till three , tried to understand. But love is not counted in rare borrowed hours, It is presence in weakness, not petals and flowers. And maybe, yes, I hid tears in my chest, Pretended my breaking deserved little rest. Maybe I never screamed, “Please, don’t you go,” Expected your heart to simply know. But darling, if I call you mine, even friend, I’d sit through the ni...

How could you not fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

I love people with a friendly, down to earth, chill vibe. People without pretence or pride, who don't make you feel like you have to act a certain way to impress them, or that they're silently judging you. you're comfortable around them and you can just be yourself. their whole aura is so welcoming and warm.

You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.  ~Alison McGhee, All Rivers Flow To The Sea.

You don't know how easy it is to make someone believe that they're bad and you don't know how hard it is to heal what you've broken inside them and how long it can take for them to believe again ..that NO, they don't destroy everything they touch and that THEY ARE actually good people.

There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don't yearn to reach out, but because they've tried and found no one who cares. ~Richelle E. Goodrich

You've changed, 1:04 AM 1:04 AM You have changed. I used to think that you're the  one whom people say one in a million. But no,  you turned out to be the one among the millions. No, I don't know you anymore. No, you're not the  one from before. I thought you were different and yeah you turned  out to be different from my thoughts. A stranger?  M aybe this is only what I can call you from now on.  I don't find the time gap a problem. I think there  remains a connection through silences, when we  can't speak anything silence does. I came back with same affection but you didn't show any attraction. Yes, you have changed a bit  or a lot. No, you're not the one from before. -duskytale

"Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water.  Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.  Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still  fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day.  And you can make it one more. You're doing just fine." - Charlotte Eriksson

𝐼 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐴𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑐𝒉, 𝐼 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

Khamoshi se bada koi jawab nahi hota lekin Khamoshi se bada koi azab bhi nahi hota. -AmbivertSyed