Asea B Moore
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"A seed grows with no sound but a tree falls with huge noise. Destruction has noise, but creation is quiet. This is power of silence...Grow Silently" -Confucius
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Puppy Love Lane
"The toughest part of letting go is realizing that the other person already did." At least that's what a meme from Google says. At 20, I think the most challenging part is realizing that you've wasted your time and energy with no payoff. Today Metro campus was closed due to the snowstorm, and there's nothing to do at home but think. Bored, alone with my thoughts and staring in a daze at the fresh snow on my walkway. Earlier today, I went through an old high school memory box and discovered a perfume bottle. I can't help repeatedly smelling this perfume. This is where the thoughts of my exes popped into my head. The fruity-floral of cherry blossom and peaches brings nostalgia to the front of the line. Where did it start? Where was my life headed? What was I going to do after graduation? Opening this perfume bottle and smelling strong memories feels different on a day like this. While sitting on the beige window seal, I am overwhelmed by the flood of memories that make my head spin. I start to lean my head back against the wall, close my eyes and take a deep breath. There's nothing left to do on a snow day other than to walk down memory lane.
By Asea B Moore5 years ago in Humans
Failed Recoil
“I apologize for not being confident within myself” is what I want to text you but I’m not sure if this is the right thing to say. “WYD?” Or “did you read my text?” probably isn’t the best thing to say to you either. As I pace around my bedroom, I can’t help but think about our conversation. Emotions were high on both sides and I am sorry about my lack of confidence because if I was, then I wouldn't have texted that the other night. “Man I’m tired” I whisper to myself while rubbing my eyes. The cold marble floor beneath my feet is soothing but not enough to calm me down. I’ve been tossing and turning for the past 2 nights wondering if you read my messages. Wondering how you felt about me. Wondering if you’ll call me again. You must think the worst of me and I can explain. What if I were to tell you that I'm damaged, emotionally battered and some days I feel low. I question all of my actions because I am re-learning how to love myself again. My hyperactive mind tells me that you’re withholding something from me and I can’t help but ask for clarity. The abrupt distance from us has been bothering me because you use to always pick up my calls. Why is there a sudden change?
By Asea B Moore5 years ago in Humans
