Patience and love agreed to meet at a set time

Patience and love agreed to meet at a set time and place; beneath the twenty third tree in the olive orchard. Patience arrived promptly and waited, she checked her watch every so often but still, there was no sign of love.
Was it the twenty third tree or the fifty sixth? She wondered and decided to check just in case. As she made her way over to the fifty sixth tree, love arrived at tree twenty three where patience was noticeably absent.
Love waited and waited before deciding he must have the wrong tree and perhaps it was another where they were supposed to meet.
Meanwhile, patience had arrived at the fifty sixth tree where love was still nowhere to be seen.
Both began to drift aimlessly around the olive orchard, almost meeting but never do.
Finally, patience who was lost and feeling quite resigned, found herself beneath the same tree where she began. She stood there for barely a minute when there was a tap on her shoulder. It was love.
"Where are you". She asked, " i have been searching all my life".
"Stop looking for me". Love replied, " and i will find you".

Travel far enough,

Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

~ David Mitchell

Some people aren’t loyal to you.

Some people aren’t loyal to you. They are loyal to their needs of you. Once their needs change, so does their loyalty.

His eyes were black,

~ His eyes were black, not soulless nor lifeless. Instead they were like two pristine stones of onyx, that lit up with a purple flare
when touched by candlelight..'''

Only once in your life, I truly believe,

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.

It s strange how people change

It s strange how people change 🤔🤔 one minute they are close ; the next they aren't ... i find it weird and absurd how come someone you cared about become a complete stranger in a blink of an eye... it's strange indeed and the worst part is that you trusted that person with your life ... when you stood together for the first time it felt like you can conquer the world together ... you had each other's back.. you knew somehow and deep down that this person will fight next to you in a battlefield.. because the one thing that would happen to you it means it will happen to both of you ... you did promise each other ... that no matter what the weather you won't let anything or anyone ruin what you have !! Cause what you have is special... or shall i say what you had !! Since nothing remained the way it should be .. nothing actually stayed the same and as much as it hurts it's the truth .. the sad and the brutal truth ... less contact and less talking and suddenly that person disappear as if he/she never existed in the first place ... so yeah it's strange one minute you are close the next you are not ... perhaps fights seperated you perhaps people .. perhaps hard feelings ... but what comes in good intentions since the begining ... it stays ..and nothing can change that.. the funny part is that this person comes to your mind once in a while and you smile to the moments you had ... the time stops when you go back with your memories diving deeper looking for something amazing you shared and then suddenly you realise it's all gone ... just like that ... gone with the winds ... all what you had disappeared ...

~Time to share some writings ...

~Time to share some writings ...

If you have writings, poems or moral stories ...just send it to us and we'll post it..
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Sunlight..
hey good mornin it's the start of another day.
You don't know weather you wake up or laying down on your bed you stay. It's been a hard night with tears from ur eyes falling away.
I have a Confession, '' I'm depressed ''
Well is it an easy thing for you to say ?
No, it's not with them judging you right away.
No you're not depressed you're just pretending so that attention from us towards you we pay. No, that's not the right way to treat someone with blacks clouds hidin him from joy. Even if he is young old, poor rich, woman man, girl or a boy.
It just hit him and suddenly he become a toy.
He want to go out, no it will convince him, at home he must stay.
He want to get close to people , no it will convince him they're poison and he should stay away. He want to do his responsibilities, no it will convince him that doing them is not his way. So he start pulling himself of everybody not knowing if what he's doing is the right way. People, why are we making things even worse?
Blaming someone for his depression is like a curse.
With you acting this way you're being the killer instead of the nurse. He still got hope and you're killing it by your way of treating, Breaking his tired heart that is already got beatin .
But not everybody is like you evil creatures,
There's good in people whome kindness is one of their features.
Watch them closely because those r ur real teachers,
Who will teach you the true meaning of humanity ,
By Saving someone from his prison not pushing him more close to insanity . People be good to each other and stop judging books from the cover . Because honestly everyone is a writer who is writing his own book,
And surely not to everybody book we did look .
So be kind to everyone you're knowing
Because you don't know what he is not showing.

" Was it hard?" I ask.

" Was it hard?" I ask.
Letting go?"

Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real. "

An amazing piece of writting sent by one of our fans.

An amazing piece of writting sent by one of our fans.

" - Why do I expect you to be good to me ? why do I keep treating you like I own you , I don’t own you , I don’t get to feel jealous every time you talk about a man you saw on the bus , a friend or a thing you enjoyed , a thing you felt , I thought I made it clear to myself as I did to you that we are just friends who enjoy each others company , two creatures who are bounded by the simple yet solid ropes of friendship rather than the soft and fragile threads of love , and it worked , it really did , most of the time .

It didn’t work that one time though , when you asked me what is it that I want , ‘’ coffee or tea ? ‘’and I said ‘’ your lips ‘’ , it didn’t work when I set next to you on the school-trip we had claiming that I need your help with something that I didn’t mention neither before nor after , while all I really desired was to smell your perfume for an extra hour , and it also didn’t work when I had to pay Karim to dare me to kiss you on that stupid game .
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I stood there , like a fool , and watched you slip away , gradually and consistently, I could've prevented it if I showed an extra tiny bit of caring , cooked you one more meal or sang to you one more lullaby before you closed those shiny eyes of yours that night..... should I blame him for taking you away or blame you for leaving ? or blame myself for being so blind to see the rose I so dearly loved lose its colors slowly , one at a time ? How dare I be colorblind when you offered me all the colors of the rainbow ? !!! "

I am losing the fight each and everyday.

I am losing the fight each and everyday. Everyday I am told this is the last level and I fight day and night to win it, cuts, pain, bruises and wounds mark my body, every pore of my skin seething in tremendous pain and actually I win it. Next day I am introduced to next level tougher then last and my every struggle is tossed in to box of vain. You ask me to fight my new self by assuming it as a evil ghost, what if I am in love with evil ghost? Well why I shouldn't be in love with it? It was there for me when no one else was. Helped me to cope with my miserable broken self. Caressed my face and wiped my tears away when I was moping and wallowing at 3:am on floor of my stinky washroom. Tucked me to bed when I was ready to bear pain in every joint of my body by sleeping myself away on cold floor of my room. Why I should go back to my older self when it is the root cause of my present self I detest. Have I would not been bubbly and chirpy self I wouldn't have been taken advantage of. Have I wouldn't been a person with loving and compassionate heart I would have not been one nursing the crevices of broken heart. How could I betray my present self for that treacherous past self? My present is my armour that protects me from already suffered blows of my past loving self. How can you ask me to shed my armour off and subject my self again to that cruelty? Sorry, I am gone past through stage of being sane. Insanity is the only virtue trailing my wrecked boat like life towards the horizon of life.