1. There are two types of mess: one leaves temporary marks, one leaves permanent ones. Temporary or permanent, it depends on what was used to create the mess.

2. Cleaning up a mess depends on the type of the mess.

3. The temporary marks can be erased, the permanent can’t be.

4. How much of the temporary mess gone depends on how much you want it gone.

5. To clean up a permanent mess, you have to resort to trial and error.

Since it can’t be erased, you can either put somethig on top of it, or create something new out of it.

You have to try different colors until you find the closest that could hide it and make it blend, or the darkest that could cover it.

6. Whatever it is, it will never be back to its original state–for both the temporary & permanent mess.

7. Cleaning it up doesn’t mean bringing it back to its original state, back when the mess wasn’t there yet.

8. The outcome of the permanent mess–I like it better. 🙂

Make Room for Twistedness

I now know it’s true,
Those moments come.
When you try to form phrases in your mind,
But no words come out of your mouth.
When you try to make sense of things,
But everything just goes blank.

Deep down, we all want to be the best versions of ourselves,
But it’s OK to loosen up once in awhile.
Let yourself breathe.

When you force something out of its twisted state,
you end up hurting or breaking it.

We live in a place suspended in space,
Where time has its way
Of revealing things.

 

~conneyf

Make Room for Art

I thank the Universe
For giving us many other ways
To say what we want to
When words just won’t come out
The way we want them to.

~conneyf

Brick Wall

And then you get careless.

You suddenly lose hold of the wall
And everything behind it comes rushing in.
Or maybe the tide was just too high, the water so strong,
Ready to drown you.

And so it begins.

You look at the flowing water
And see sad eyes looking back at you,
Telling you to stand stronger than the current around you,
To endure the rush until everything calms down.

Those eyes, they’re tired.
They’re tired, but they’re fighting.

Maybe when it’s time,
Putting the wall back up would be much faster.
And so you wait for the water to drain.
Brick by brick, you start again.

 

~conneyf

Luna

Funny how you marvel at my beauty now.
I’ve always been bautiful, you know.
It was you who failed to see my beauty.
You look everywhere but at me.
Sometimes you do see me,
But you look away too quickly.
I wasn’t worth the second glance.
Now, I put on a crown and you suddenly can’t take your eyes off of me.
No, you didn’t look at me first.
You heard from someone how beautiful I am tonight.
That’s when you gave me a chance
And shouted to the whole world
Not of my beauty, but the beauty of my crown.
The crown, which, by the way, I had put on many nights ago.
I wouldn’t expect you to find me beautiful again as you did now,
But thank you for staring at me tonight.

Love,
Luna

~conneyf

Make Room for Uncertainty

You tell me what’s good or not good for me,
and I appreciate that.
But please believe me when I say
that I am trying my hardest
to discover what is best for me.
I don’t necessarily understand all the time,
but I want to make the most
out of this one life given to me.
I believe the Universe knows where it’s taking me.
Or if it doesn’t, well,
how exciting is it to take steps
with the entire Universe by your side?

Maybe living wasn’t meant to be
a series of calculated events,
of things known, of things already there.
If it were,
what would be the whole point of all these?
Maybe the certainty that we so carefully built along the way
was meant to drown the questions
that are sneaking behind that dark corner,
ready to attack the unguarded versions of ourselves.

Maybe during that one time you let your guard down
and was surrounded by uncertainty,
you came scurrying back to your self-built fortress
and you just wanted to shut the door forever.
You came running back scared,
because you hoped that drowning the questions long enough
will make them fade away.

But one night, with my eyes closed
and my face turned toward the heavens,
I opened my arms in surrender.
I let those monsters lurking behind the shadows lurch at me.
That moment–
that was when I felt so free.

Prayer

They say she’s brave,
But at night, she’s afraid.
She releases everything
When she finally goes to bed.

With her head bowed
& her knees bent,
Her arms she wraps
Around herself.

She lets the air
Fill up her lungs,
She lets the thoughts
Escape her mind.

She closes her eyes
& opens her ♡
She knows that nothing
Can tear her apart.

And as she clasps
Her hands together,
Her soul begins
A wordless prayer.

~conneyf