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the right time is such a misconception 

why would we want to even ask someone a question like that 

you can question what that might be 

sometimes i wonder why we would even confide in others when we cannot lust in ourselves 

they may promise some sacrifice but in the end they shouldn't have to do anything for us 

responsibility, courage, we wouldn't even grasp because all we know is 

misconception...

the wanting, the needing , the healing of others seems to be the only thing that heals me. 

as you lie down in your bed sheets that you just washed a week ago 

you start to wonder when the boredom of it being summer will start to feel acceptable 

you think your doing everything right, you have a job, you go out with friends 

you call your grandma to make sure she is doing okay but then you begin to glance over at yourself and wonder if your doing okay 

the feeling of not doing enough for yourself when your aware your doing plenty 

the productively unproductive are words to save for anyone in their 20's 

the production is being accomplished but you say to yourself in the mirror 

is this who i wanna be ? 

envious  

love is such a understanding in past, present and future time

some say right person wrong time is of such a thing 

who knows if we believe that to be true 

all i know is that i wish it was you 

we say that we wish for them to be happy without us 

to grow, to change

it looks like you did just that and while i am proud of you 

i just could not believe it was true 

all i know is that i wanted it to be you 

i see how happy you are 

i understand now

just stings that i was a scapegoat to your needs that you could not understand 

i hope you have learned from your mistakes as i have accepted this is not what i had planned 

all i know is that i have grown 

without you, as you have done to me too 

all i know is that at some point i wanted it to be you 

but now i know i never needed you. 

discovering your laugh  

 In the bloom of her twenties, she stands alone,
A melody searching for its own tone,
Her heart, once entwined, now seeks to be free,
In the tapestry of self, she learns to decree.

Gone are the days of shared dreams and late nights,
She now dances solo in her own starlit sights,
With each morning’s light, she crafts her own way,
In the quiet of solitude, she learns to sway.

Her laughter, once echoed in another's embrace,
Now rings through the halls of her own sacred space,
She’s tracing her steps on this uncharted land,
Finding her rhythm with each solo hand.

She learns that the silence can speak volumes of grace,
In the mirror’s reflection, she finds her own face,
No longer a duet, but a symphony grand,
She learns to compose with her heart and her hands.

The nights are her canvas, the days are her muse,
In the freedom of single, she has nothing to lose,
She’s building her world, one dream at a time,
In the art of being single, she finds her own rhyme.

Through heartaches and laughter, she’s forging her path,
In the echoes of self, she discovers her laugh,
Her twenties are a canvas, and she’s learning to see,
That the beauty of being single is becoming just she.

letting it pile up   

In the quiet chaos of my room,

A thousand tasks like shadows loom,

Papers, dreams, and half-formed plans,

Unravel like forgotten strands.

Each item, each small urgent thing,

A note, a call, a worn-out ring,

Piles up in heaps, both great and small,

Until I feel I’m bound by all.

I try to breathe, to still my mind,

To sift through clutter, not to find

A way to fix it all at once,

But just to hold, to stay undaunted.

Yet as the towers of to-dos rise,

I see the weight in my own eyes,

The struggle not to break beneath

The constant hum, the grinding teeth.

It’s hard to keep the peace I seek

When every corner seems so weak,

When every day’s a frantic race

To find some calm, to find some space.

But I’m still here, I’m still in tune,

Amid the pile, beneath the moon,

Hoping that in the tangled fray,

I’ll find a path to clear my way.

For though the burden feels immense,

There’s strength in struggle, recompense.

I’ll forge ahead, though tempests roar,

And find a way to breathe once more. 

slowly getting comfortable   

In the quiet of a fading day,
I’ve learned to let the silence stay.
Once a noise that filled my chest,
Now a place for me to rest.

The world moves fast, a constant race,
But I’ve found peace in my own space.
No longer do I fear the pause,
Or count the days that break their cause.

Setbacks come, like clouds that loom,
But even they will fade and bloom.
I’ve seen that growth takes time and tears,
And sometimes rest dissolves the fears.

I used to chase each fleeting goal,
As if the speed could heal my soul.
But now, I see with softer eyes—
There’s strength in slowing, in goodbyes.

To leave the rush and simply be,
To let the waves come wash over me,
Is not defeat, but wise retreat,
A breath, a break, a step to meet.

So I will stand and let things go,
I’ll take my time, I’ll let it flow.
In stillness, I will learn to see
That being alone is just being free.

letting it happen 

In the ebb and flow of time’s gentle stream,
I drift with ease, like a waking dream,
The world may twist, the currents sway,
But I embrace each turn of day.

No need for grand plans or troubled might,
I find my peace in the soft twilight,
In every dawn and every night’s fall,
I greet each moment, I heed the call.

The storm may roar, the sun may blaze,
Life’s fleeting dance in countless ways,
Yet here I stand with heart unbound,
In simple joy, contentment’s found.

For in the ebb, there’s calm reprieve,
In every loss, a chance to grieve,
And as the seasons change their dress,
I find my soul’s serene finesse.

No chains of longing hold me tight,
I drift in peace, in soft delight,
What comes and goes, I let it be,
For I am whole in just being me.

In laughter light and tears that flow,
In highs and lows, I’ve come to know,
The dance of fate, the play of chance,
Are steps I join in life’s own dance.

So let the world in its whims proceed,
I’ll meet it all with gentle heed,
For in each turn, each rise, each fall,
I’m content with whatever befalls.

finally being happy 

In the mirror’s honest gaze, I see The person I was meant to be, A mosaic of dreams and scars combined, A spirit finally free, unconfined.

Years of doubt like shadows cast, In the rearview, now fading fast, I’ve wandered through the maze of time, Now basking in this youthful prime.

Twenties, a canvas, bold and bright, Painted with the hues of newfound light, Joy in simple things, unmasked delight, Every moment feels just right.

The echoes of the past now sing, A harmony that life can bring, Grateful for the lessons learned, For every twist and turn I’ve earned.

Embracing flaws, I’ve come to see, Happiness was always meant for me, In the tapestry of youth, I find A peace that dances in my mind.

So here’s to days of laughter loud, And dreams that float on a soft white cloud, In this decade’s embrace, I stand, A joyful heart, at last, unplanned. 

texting for help 

In the silence of the night, I hesitate, my fingers poised above the screen, unsure, wanting to reach out, yet held by sitting pain on my chest

 a thousand words unsent, a thousand fears, wrapped in the quiet of unspoken pleas 

should I break this stillness, let words appear, or proceed to move onto a different social media app to keep my ease ?

It's not just help I seek, but understanding, a  lifeline woven with big letters that no one seems to see 

 what if my vulnerability is demanding, and my reaching out leaves a lingering mark? 

so here I sit in my bed sheets letting each moment pass by become a battle of courage and doubt, 

longing for connection, yet consumed by care 

how can I break this bridge of distance, to let my voice shout.

For in this act of typing, in this digital space, this five by two inch device lies my  hope to unravel this inner strife, to find solace in words, to embrace, and realize 

that asking for help is the essence of life.

enjoying your privacy 

Where shadows dance in soft embrace, I find a haven from the world's loud hum, A tranquil space, my private place.

Here, solitude wraps around like a cloak, Whispering secrets only I can hear, No need for words when silence spoke, In this solitude, serenity draws near.

Away from the probing eyes and ears, I revel in the freedom to simply be, No masks to wear, no need for fears, Just the gentle murmur of what they want to hear. 

In solitude's embrace, I find my rest, A refuge from the rush and roar, Where my soul can wander and invest, In dreams and thoughts forevermore.

So I cherish these moments, serene and still, Where solitude weaves its soothing thread, In the quiet spaces, find your will, To nourish your spirit and soul be fed.

For in the joy of solitude's embrace, Lies the essence of who we truly are, So let us revel in this private grace, And bask in peace where others thoughts are far. 

it is okay to be alone  

In the quiet of my 20s, I find solace deep, Embracing the solitude that others might deem A void to fill with hurried steps and anxious fret, Yet I've learned in this stillness, there's no regret.

Alone, but not lonely, in this season of me, I weave dreams and ambitions, wild and free. No need for a partner to validate or define, For I've discovered self-love, beautifully mine.

I stroll through parks, hand in hand with my thoughts, No rush to meld hearts or tie binding knots. The world unfolds at my own steady pace, No need to conform or keep up with the race.

I sip coffee alone, watching life go by, No pressure to answer to a lover's sigh. I dance in moonlight, a solo silhouette, Knowing my own rhythm, without regret.

In these years of discovery, I plant seeds deep, Nurturing passions, finding treasures to keep. For it's okay to wander, to grow and to roam, In the quiet of solitude, I've found my home.

So here's to the beauty of being on my own, Navigating the world, with seeds I've sown. In my 20s, I've learned the greatest love story, Is the one where I cherish myself, in all its glory.