When the world becomes overwhelming, go find solace at a beach. There’s just something soothing about immersing your feet into the waves, breathing in the salt of the sea, and letting your hair dance wildly in the wind. Let these simple feelings bring tranquility to your tired soul. Hopefully, you’ll walk away as refreshed as I usually do. Advertisements
Found myself wandering the Museum of Fine Arts yesterday. Out of the many interesting exhibits, this one left me with the most lasting impression. I’m not sure what the artist was trying to portray, but I imagine this is what would happen if we caught King Midas frenching someone.
I knew it would hurt. That this would possibly be one of the most painful things I’d have to do in my life so far. I expected the pain, but this… I never expected this intense amount of heartbreaking sadness to consume me. When will this stop? Each waking moment I linger over the memories of what we had. Seven years of happy moments, sad moments and everything in between. A third of my life spent with a love that shattered me and built me up to what I am today. We were never perfect. Sometimes our moments together would be so effortless, and yet others.. I couldn’t grasp on to a reason for why we stayed together. These past few months have been marked with unhappiness. I’ve felt myself growing more distant from him in the pursuit of my own goals. But it wasn’t until recently that I noticed how unfair I was being. I’ve hurt him, but I’ve also been hurting myself. I know that I did the right thing. People reach a …
She smiles so sadly. An upward tilt of the lips that barely constitutes as a smile. It looks forced. A mask as fragile as porcelain. An untouchable display for other people’s viewing. Her smile is lonely. Some would say cold, but if they bothered to look into her eyes they would see her pain. I want to tell her it’s okay. It’s okay to feel sad. That she didn’t need to smile if she didn’t mean it. Yet my words are stuck. My lips are formed into their own twisted smile. One that feels just as forced as hers looked. I’m not willing to drop my mask, and I understand she might not be willing to drop hers either. So we smile. Both forcing a front of happiness that neither person feel. As we give empty smiles to one another, I realize I can see her sadness because it resonates with mine. Two unwavering facades put on for the world. Two sad, meaningless smiles.