We’d be surprised how much less judgemental and intolerant we grow, as our love and understanding of self increases.
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Her
“HER” (or “HIM”) for the “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” team. For those who held on too long and for those who fought battles for people who didn’t appreciate them. For the broken, for the healing, for the ones who are learning. For him, for her, for us.
Sometimes I wonder…
I think about promises. The promises I made you, The promises you made me. I wonder… If I count the number of times, We used the words “forever” and “always”, Would they add up to the number of times, I picked up my phone to talk to you today But never dialed your number? Perhaps……
Rain… Allow it
On your tongue; Some names taste like the crisp air moments after a thunder shower. Some breaths feel like gentle caress of a slight breeze on a spring morning. Some voices sound like a harmony sung by birds at your window as your favourite flowers bloom. Some heartbeats sound like the soft patter of drizzle…
On Giving…
Always wholeheartedly, unconditionally, cheerfully and without expectation of reciprocation or favour; or not at all.
Ndapewoshali Writes 