Her Emotions❤️

 “A place called here, is somewhere I don’t know very well. Here is the place between the past and the present. Here is the place where the memories are. But I don’t love them until later,  When I am looking for their pieces between the seats in my car On the way to the next I wish I knew more about here. I look far into tomorrow--far ahead in this flat desert Waiting for an echo back, and proof that there is something up there Something worth wearing myself out for.  But here I am in this desert Between two oases Thirsty, but not realizing that here is somewhere worth being Somewhere worth seeing I have lived my life climbing this rope Waiting for the top of this cliff And when I finally reach it,  I will miss the climb.” “A place called here” by NIGHTBIRDE RIP Jane 🤗 💧    Posted by: NIGHTBIRDE Family and Team

 “I am God’s downstairs neighbor, banging on the ceiling with a broomstick. I show up at His door every day. Sometimes with songs, sometimes with curses. Sometimes apologies, gifts, questions, demands. Sometimes I use my key under the mat to let myself in. Other times, I sulk outside until He opens the door to me Himself.  I have called Him a cheat and a liar, and I meant it. I have told Him I wanted to die, and I meant it. Tears have become the only prayer I know. Prayers roll over my nostrils and drip down my forearms. They fall to the ground as I reach for Him. These are the prayers I repeat night and day; sunrise, sunset. Call me bitter if you want to—that’s fair. Count me among the angry, the cynical, the offended, the hardened. But count me also among the friends of God. For I have seen Him in rare form. I have felt His exhale, laid in His shadow, squinted to read the message He wrote for me in the grout: “I’m sad too.”  If an explanation would help, He would write ...

 Do heavens treat you Like earth when you depart? Special place for queens  And kings in heaven? Or we're all gon'  Wear white clothes? No crowns? No majesty treatment? How is it like to die? They say rest in peace But you're an angel now You have to work overtime Look after the people You left behind That you loved And promised To die for them. Dead people don't rest in peace. They begin their restless journey Of looking after You and Me  To keep us away from evil spirits. There's no rest even after You stop breathing.

 Nomatter how much you fear death It is the only fear that We're assured we'll get over. Pity None of us on earth know The experience of death. Nomatter how much you can put Yourself in shoes of the dead You're not the one who's dead. None of living things Can ever know how it feels like To be dead. And maybe we're using the wrong term To define situation Of not breathing again Maybe these people we say they're dead They're not. Maybe they've just lost in a game called life And they're kept in a room -Heaven For those who played according To the creator of life game. But why is there hell? How can you give life to human being Then love it, And give it an evil heart so that It goes to hell!? So much confusion I pray and hope to tell you All about my death experience In the next life.

 If you quit No one will take over from where You've put a stop. This is your life. Do not crave for others success If you're not willing to put in work. Success is not an overnight progress. Of course you'll be tested along the way. More fails each day But do not seat back and lay down Keep going And carry discipline with you. You'll need it more than anything Though everything you need is God's guidence. Soldier on. Move on. Make you proud. You're all you've got.

 The truth is that; We will all die But those we bury are they assured That we will follow? Though death is certain Unlike birth. Life is indeed a gift. Some don't even live upto a day And they leave us with permanent mark Called pain. I buried my mom at the age of four. It didn't hurt at that period But as I grew up I was reminded often that my mom  Is no more. Each time my mates would talk about Their mothers -I'd feel how much I Need my mother's presence. Each day of my life I live it imagining how it'd be with someone To call mommy. Death be not proud. You leave alot living with sadness,pain And mourn because of you -DEATH. MJ RAMASHALA 💙🍃

 Introvert 101 Meeting someone of your kind on the socials is pleasing.You get to be more confident and accept everything about yourself.However there's a group of introverts that do not come out.They can't share any of their feelings or ideas to the world. They're afraid. They don't want to be embarrassed. They don't want to share their problems because none will understand. No one will understand their pain because they're used to being alone. The pain they go through it's not caused by other people. It's caused by themselves; Overthinking, Loneliness, Inability to share their thoughts, Bottling everything, But the great thing is that nobody can sabotage them because nobody knows their next move. #lonerlife #journals