How Is It To Write?

Sometimes you can do everything right and things will still go wrong. The key is to never stop doing right. — The Hate You Give *** Hope and happiness. Some say they come together, some say they don't. I don't believe in getting into that debate, so I made up a theory on my own. I'd say they are never completely there, just enough to try for them, but never enough to grasp. The most you can get is a few touches here and there, the least is being just a few feet away. Never too far, never invisible. Always there, capturing and preaching the essence of life. No matter hard we try, we can never go on for more than a few moments of pure happiness. To all who think of themselves of being soaked in happiness all the time, either you make false claims, or simply settle down on watching that happiness and hope orb float in front of you, never really trying to get there. That is how one of my friends introduced me to the concept of Imposter Syndrome. When you've had that little ...

He's not a boy anymore. But that doesn't mean he's a man. — Marcos from The Inexplicable Logic Of My Life by Benjamin Alire Saenz *** Those are frightening days when you hear About the strongest people And their biggest fear They say to me they fear no one, but I know Fears filling in their veins They'd never show Discovered a precious diary, yesterday night Kept disguised, without a name Slyly, just out of sight It had white sparkling pages, so new As if I picked it right after They threw Had a say about his ugly teenage years Talked of face zits, hairstyles and flab Teenage affairs and peers And of being led into silence, willful and astray Burying, layering, and again The urge to disobey The beauty of silence is it's ability to adapt Into crowds and lonely corners For having you dead trapped He made a false pledge to resist, to be strong I knew he'd never be able to Oh boyman, I was wrong The words vowed of more suffering and pain More fight this time perhaps...