Mine.

“you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love…” – Warsan Shire

This has been ringing in my head for a while now.

I want something to call my own.
I want something that is all mine.
I want something that I never have to worry about losing.
I want something that can never be taken from me.
I want something permanent.

I’ve never had anything that is any of those things.
And this might be why I want it all so bad.
No one wants to lose. No one wants things that can be taken away no matter how much one fights to keep them.
Fighting – another thing, I feel it’s all fair and well to fight for what you want.
I’m just not for losing oneself in the process. I will fight for what wants me, just to make that clear.

I’m at a point in my life where I believe that anything meant for me will always find its way to me. The soldier in me still wants to fight and hold on, but the warrior always snaps me back to reality and reminds me to surrender and LET GO OF THAT WHICH DOES NOT SERVE ME; Worry, stress and panic and all that negative shit.

But still…

I want something that is all mine.