Tragedy Is Not A Competition

“Tragedy is not a competition. Some people are just barely hanging by a thread. Don’t be the one to snap it.” [….click to read the full post]

Tragedy is not a competition.

You don’t know their lives.
You don’t know their hearts
You don’t know their battles.
You don’t know their struggles.
You simply don’t have any fuckin’ clue.

Be kind, and be nice.
Be kind, or shut up.
But atleast stop running your hateful mouth.
Go mind your own damn business.

Some people are just barely hanging by a thread.
Don’t be the one to snap it.
Some people are barely balancing themselves, on the edge.
Don’t be the one to push them.

My Goodness! just leave people the fuck alone.
Stop spilling poison in their lives, and your soul.

Or one day you will be left all alone,
Your heart…bitter and cold,
Suffocating on all that hate you give out to the world,
In a body filled with a rotten soul.

XOXO ♡ 


© Fiona Crystal Nov 14, 2019 | 06:02 AM
Fiona Diaries — ‘Heartbeats and Wild Things’ • All rights reserved

You, my Love

“Our meeting was not just a fluke.
We are destined to love each other in every life with absolute cataclysmic totality.” [….click to read the full post]

 

“Our meeting was not just a fluke.
We are destined to love each other in every life with absolute cataclysmic totality.”

You, my love…

You are not alone.
I am not alone.
 
You are with me.
You are inside my head, in my memories.
You are in my heart, it calls your name with every beat.
You are on my skin, your touch all over me.
You are on my lips, the dew of your kiss still fresh.
You are in the air, you are all around me.
 
Even when you are far away, you surround me.

You are everywhere.

 
I am with you.
Inside your mind.
Inside your heart.
 
On your skin.
On your lips.
On your fingers.
Around you.
I surround you.
 
I am everywhere.
Feel me.
 
Distance doesn’t matter much when two hearts are actually one.
Home is not a living place made of bricks and doors.
It is a feeling.
A serenading feeling of perfect ease, peace and absolute bliss.
 
You and I…
We are Home.

Together. Forever.


 
 
I do not need to think about you to miss you.
Every nucleus, every cell,
Every fraction of my being longs for you.
Seeks for you, craves for you.
 

I love you.

And it is still not enough.
 
It is still not enough because the force that I feel towards you is much more deeper,
much greater than just simple love.
 
More pure.
More intense.
 

My love, words are just not enough.

Just not enough to put together what you mean to me.

XOXO


© Fiona Crystal Jan 16, 2016 | 07:34 PM
Fiona Diaries — ‘Heartbeats and Wild Things’ • All rights reserved