Forever more – a Doha

Darling, life has dimmed the gentleness in your bright eyes,
I can’t pretend to understand how it feels.
Nevertheless I believe in your strength to move on,
and I will stay by your side until it heals.
© Máh Lima

---

Photographer: @ursulamadariaga

Joining my hun (@areadingwrtr). Check her page for more info on the forms.

In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018.

Not Perfect – Genre: Urban Arts

I’m not perfect.
Although that should be clear as water, sometimes I feel the need to state it. For myself and for others. Especially for others. It is probably my fault and in my actions. It’s probably something I do or don’t do. It’s probably because of the way I see the world and how I speak of it.
I am not perfect.
And I get tired.
And I give up too.
There are so many things I have given up and not looked back. There are so many things I have looked back but not regretted. There are so many things I regret too.
It’s entirely human. I believe.
Being a mess of so many things, not only good, not only bad, but everything. Not black or white but fifty shades of blue. And some purple, once you wear those rose colored glasses. On holidays. Or those real good days.
The days you hold on to with everything you got to keep moving forward. To keep moving. Even if only an inch or less. Even if to the sides or back. Just moving. Because life is made of movements, moments, actions and decisions you never really got to think through.
Life happens. But I digress.
I’m not perfect. And that’s fine. It’s entirely human, I believe.
What about you?
© Máh Lima

---

Photo by Ahmed Ashhaadh on Unsplash

Originally Written and posted at: Genre: Urban Arts

Time, thoughts and disappointments

I get disappointed. But it’s been a long time since I got disappointed in people. No, lately I get disappointed in myself. For believing. For creating expectations. For thinking this time things will be different. For hoping. I get disillusioned as soon as I get my hopes up.

And I wonder. Is it time? Is that all I need, more time? But should you start anything by having no faith in it? Isn’t trust and respect something that should be given by default? And if you don’t, how will you ever create it? And isn’t it unfair to the other human being with issues of their own?

I get disappointed and I wonder if things will change if I grow a little more cold. A little meaner. A little less nice. I wonder if time will give me the answers it has refused to give me until now. And if, changing that way, I’ll grow more (or less) disappointed in myself.
© Máh Lima