It was all a lie

You know when you will find out who real friends are? When you hear about what they say behind your back. When you see them hiding in a corner whispering to someone, looking around every so often just to check if you’re around. They mention unnecessary things that don’t involve them, just to save their own back. That is when you realise that everything was a lie. That they did not deserve your friendship or your companionship. That’s when you realise that the one person who told you that they weren’t good for you, was right.

They would tell you to keep hold of your dreams and one day we will be free. They would say that we will travel the world together and be next to each other side-by-side, always. They would buy you gifts every so often just to make sure that you appreciate them. But now you know that it was all a lie and the gifts were just cover ups.

They would speak nice words to you and lift you up so high that you were practically floating on clouds. But every so often, one, then two words of pure hatred would leave their mouth. But you never noticed, until it was too late. And now you know that it was all a lie and the words were covers for what they really wanted to say.

They would advice you on how to live your life and when you question them, they would reply, trying very hard not to hurt or offend you. But now you know that it was all a lie and the replies were just disguises for what they really had on their mind.

You would tell them about love and how you fell for someone knowing that it was all wrong. They would help you to open up and express what is within yourself, because you would regret it in the end. But now you know that it was all a lie and the help was just a camouflage, hiding what they hated about you.

They would act like a true friend, who would stay till the very end. Who would grow old with you and laugh about the good times when you are weak and frail. But now you know that it was all a lie to mask their evil intentions to ruin you and everything you hold so dearly. And hell did they do a good job of covering it up. I almost didn’t see through them. Almost.

Wadz x


Beautiful words

You know what the great thing about blogging is? You can’t see a person. They might think that they are the worst-looking person in the world, but when they sit and type about the things that interest them, their words are beautiful. They are able to see beyond their imperfections and finally start to see the good in the world because other people are reading their words, and not judging based on looks. They read, enjoy, comment and share with others. They converse with others and finally start to become loved and actually feel like they are worth something.

People will appreciate them and appreciate what they do. Love them and love what they do, even though they have not seen them. Care about them and care about what they do, because as soon as you type that post, you are putting a piece of yourself on the internet. People will either take advantage of that, or will value it. If they value it, you carry on writing about whatever interests you. If they take advantage of it, you ignore them and carry on doing what you love.

They power of writing is that you are able to either change the world with it, or destroy everything. It’s your choice to make and your decision will be vital to you and to everyone who cares about you.

Words are so powerful and you can even fall completely in love with someone’s words so much so that you don’t care about what they look like, you like them for the person they are inside all of that skin. I mean, who are we to define beautiful or handsome or even ‘normal‘. What is normal? Normal is whatever you think of it to be.

“Normal is just an illusion, what’s normal to the spider is chaos for the fly.” ~ Charles Addams

This post had no structure or form whatsoever. I love it.