I will conquer what has never been conquered. Defeat will not be in my creed. I will believe where all those before me have doubted. I will always keep myself mentally alert, physically strong and morally straight and I will shoulder more than my share of the task whatever it may be. One hundred percent and more…I will never falter, I will never lose focus as long as there is hope in my mind and my heart still beats. I will never give in to the evil that is weakness and I will fight that evil with my dying breath. Energetically will I meet my enemies, no one will challenge me, none will stop me from my goal. I shall defeat them on the field of battle for I am better trained and will fight with all my might. Surrender is not a Champion’s word. I will rise when I fallen. I will rip the heart from my enemy and leave it beating on the ground. My enemy need not fear me but he will respect me if he does not. No one will define me, no one will tell me what I can achieve, none will say I have not given all I have to give and none will take my glory. Who am I? I am a champion!

(Source: touremasters)

I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person ? I was very stumped by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say “Hi”. They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word. 

(Source: sec0nd-sebring)

Daemons are still visiting me at night…

Another dream about war just reminded me that I haven’t found peace yet.

Do I have to pray harder or should I defeat my enemies one by one ? In fact, I wonder if peace is a gift of time or are we supposed to snatch it for ourselves ?

I feel like I can’t buy my way to heaven; I find myself falling on my own wings as if every road I was taking bring me back to hell. I was stuck in my own nightmare.

All those faces, I wanted to escape kept running back in my face. Ghosts and daemons I left behind, found a way to come back in my mind.

My soul beg God to save me from myself. And as I was hiding, running away, escaping, fighting for survival under the sound of guns and tanks, I realized that I was in a full circle. What I really needed to do was to fly away.

Get on my feet, leave my fears behind and jump in the sky. My happily ever after was there still: somewhere between the survivors and the helping hands. 

(Source: projektblau)

When a relationship dies, do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships pasts ?

(Source: oxane)

(Source: this--too--shall--pass)

Everytime I try to fly, I fall 
Without my wings, I feel so small 
I guess I need you, baby…
And everytime I see you in my dreams 
I see your face, it’s haunting me 
I guess I need you, baby 

At night I pray That soon your face will fade away