Thank You For Selecting Me!

Thank you for selecting me! ❤️

VOTE FOR BEST BLOG OF 2017!

20 lucky bloggers were selected and now YOU can decide which one is worthy of the title of Best Blog of 2017! You can vote for as many times as you want (and yes, you can vote for yourself, but that kinda kills the spirit of this, right? but anyway, i won’t judge lol) so follow THIS LINK and vote for your favorite blog!!

And may the odds be ever in your favor! =)

The seconds count

Isn’t it odd that of all the hands on a clock, the second hand, bearing the smallest, shortest moments, ticks the most? Each tick sounds through our ears reminding us that every single second is an opportunity lost, or taken. And let us not abandon the fact that of all the hands on a clock, the second hand, bearing the smallest, shortest moments, is longer than the minute hand, and the hour hand. Because a second that passes could last a lifetime, remembered more than the hours and minutes and days that pass.

VOTE FOR BEST BLOG OF 2017!

As I said before, I made a new poll and it should only allow one vote per person since it tracks your IP address, so there shouldn’t be any problem! Let me know if there are! The voting will be closed at 9.00 pm (CET time) on November 14. Follow THIS LINK to vote for your favorite blog and best of luck to everyone!

Giuls

God

I thought that you were perfect,

Perfect for me,

And that we were a perfect combination

But now I see.

When you wronged me, I tried to look inwards to decipher,

What I had failed to do, what made me unlikeable.

But I was foolish and naive to believe that you were flawless,

And like a false icon, I clung to you for guidance.

Not a single apology was expected of you and it was my fault,

I treated you like some twisted domestic god,

So now it’s my time to accept our flaws,

And destroy the pedestal I placed you upon.

Reply

I cling on to your every word,

Your every expression, sigh, whisper,

I desperately try to learn,

All of your mannerisms, gestures, features,

I hit send and I tremble awaiting your response,

I overthink our interactions when they’ve long passed,

My anxiety builds until the weight is too much to bear,

And you continue the torture without a single care.

There's a void that dwells inside of me, It's getting so deep that's it's hard to breathe, I've tried to fill it with countless things, But none of them ever seem to succeed. False icons professing their love, Claiming they'll meet me in the skies above, Can only numb the pain for so long, When you realise that they're always gone. Their perfected code illicit response, That's meant to make me finally feel loved, And yet I listen to the computers' buzz, Realising how false my comfort was.