Roar in the Afterglow

Im not afraid to walk alone through homebase Im not afraid to be alone,  I've put up a tent in the dark and slept there on my own. Im not afraid to travel far,  Its on these journeys we learn who we are Im not afraid of riding lifes roller coaster,  even if I sometimes get startled by sudden noises from the toaster. Im not afraid to do this all by myself,  through the years Ive even learnt how to put up a shelf. Im not afraid to make plans on my own,  I learn more and more as I go. .........Im afraid we never meet that I happened to turn away when you crossed the street Im afraid we never got to know each-other because we didn't try Im afraid that our meeting is dependent on whether we swipe left or right. I miss you, wherever you are. I know this is kind of a sad poem, but this is the way I feel sometimes. That the world is moving too fast. That the modern ways of dating dont really let us- or encourages

Im writing this from a lovely (but slightly chaotic at the moment) cafe just around the corner from where I live. The jazz is quite distractive but mixed with the cold September weather outside it cant help but to put a smile on my face. An older man sitting next to me tells me about a leg injury he got from martial arts and that he now, several years later, will receive treatment for it, as well as how life, if you allow to see it that way- is beautiful.. and that karma isn't a bitch, only if you stir it up yourself. Theres owl ornaments on the wall as well as a few guitars, and the Turkish family that own the cafe are having broccoli on the table next to me.  Anyway...  let me get back to what I had on my mind for today..I wanted to write about Letting go of the fear of being rejected. Lately I haven't been able to go out for drinks, or to clubs or any of those other scenarios where you might meet someone (weather clubs and Saturday nights are really the right time and p

I wanted to write down something about self perception. How our looks, physical strength and the way we sound and come across to others, affect the way we see ourselves, how we feel about ourselves. My mission here wasn't to write about the make-up on our face or that eye catching dress we could wear. But rather the people...humans we are. The ones we will always be. For a long time I had quite a low confidence. That low confidence came from how I perceived myself, and I still struggle with that from time to time. You see I knew I was small, short, clumsy, sometimes a bit chubby (boys nickname for me in Pre-school was Christmas ham) and later just small as a twig. I had struggles in finding that voice inside, and when I did I was afraid that that voice was too big- not suitable to this body of mine. I was afraid of being too loud.. too annoying.. I became quiet...awkward... and at moments invisible trying to keep the awkwardness away from daylight. Sometimes it spran