“All women dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous women, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.” – T.E Lawrence

Cynosure in distress

You can give them more than You can afford to, and and some people will still look at you like a poor man.

Because you hold the door open, some people will mistake you for the door man.

Hold them in the highest regard, they’ll still do what want to you regardless…

give them your heart if you want, they’ll still find a way to call you heartless.

But thats just some people, and you shouldn’t lose sleep over what some people do, especially when you know, sometimes you can be “some people” too


I’m sorry if my intelligence caught you by surprise

I’m sorry if I shined a little too bright for your eyes.

I’m sorry if my confidence brought out all your insecurities

I’m sorry that pleasing you is no

Longer my priority

I’m sorry if my face and my outfit are intimidating.

I’m sorry I stood up for love when you spent your energy hating.

I’m sorry my enthusiasm was so very irritating.

I’m sorry that when I rose up to stand tall, you cowered and felt small.

I feel so sorry for you, but I’m not sorry at all.



But a hard floor to lie on


but a cold shoulder to cry on


But a glimmer of hope


But another way to cope

Nothing but another rung on a ladder made of rope

Strung along by nothing.

Nothing left to lose

Nothing left to prove

Everything is really nothing at all


It is within the same space we all reside. No matter, how much space, the universe has no outside.

Sensitive dependence, all causes are affected, karmically protected, butterfly effected, interdependent and interconnected… Those fences you build in self defence, they’re just another thing we share.

You breath out. I breath in. The same air