Beauty & Meaning

It's not going to be easy. Neither will it be painless.  It's a tough process. that births a new version of you. It's the midnight oil that you burn.  It's the extra work you put in daily. It's the momentarily pleasure you deny yourself off. It's the learning that is boring. It's the fun you give up for learning. It's a process not an event. Growth was never meant to be easy @Toobrightanthony  📸@Pexels.

Cold and  estranged, my emotions is vague. How do I do away with this enormous plague. What was once love, is no longer in my thoughts. I try to to feel a thing but feelings can't be forced. Affection is dry, communication is hard. I want to leave, I don't want you to feel sad. The kiss and hugs, fake and dull. The sex is wack, my body didn't respond.  Maybe it wasn't love that's why it went sour. Let's call it a day, let the tears pour. I can't continue in  this hoax.  The feelings ain't  there anymore. @Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels

Small device with a powerful engine. Keeping bound, a slave for no reason.  It houses applications that takes you on a tour. Different tours meaningless and sour. It hijacks your mind with its powerful lure. And leaves your dumb, nervous and uncouth. Phone addiction is a disease with attractive lure. Starve it of attention, that's the cure. @Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

From birth to death . Life happens fast. Initially it seems slow. After a time, time flies off. Dawn to dusk. Days rolls over. Time flies away. Memories rollover. A toddler by morning. An elder by  evening.  Everything happens fast. You wonder, how time flies. Nothing really last  Like the memories we create. Time always fly. Memories stays forever. @Toobrightanthony  📸@Facebook 

The story of life, Is a work in progress, Success or strife,  still you must thrive You're allowed to digress. Still follow the process. Be consistent and honest. You will achieve success. The story of life is book in writing. Each day you write your story. You can always edit your story. It's your script and story. © Toobrightanthony 

Maybe it was a phase or a charade. I am sure it wasn't love. After the initial bond,  Then infatuation and lust. Everything went burst. Like a ruptured ball. I no longer feel the urge That once filled me up. Nor do I feel the emotions. That fueled this illusion. It was never love, that made us bond. It was just lust, that filled us up. @Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels

Blank, Bland and Blind. Inspiration lost, your mind is a desert. Passion disconnected from the heart. No muse to create your art. Your thoughts  are stale and dry. Don't feel sad, frustrated or down. The  block is just for a while. @Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels