Reminders. Every once in a while He sends a reminder. Remember, remember, remember... ...just remember that #life is short. Smile, embrace, love, laugh. Go to the places you want to go and always be exactly where you want to be. Be kind, be gentle, be thoughtful, be thankful. Be there. Forgive those who have wronged you And try not to wrong them in return. Don't let people's opinions of you define you; don't let societal and cultural expectations define your #life. Follow your heart where the wind takes it, and always, always listen to the secret, silent whisperings of your soul. What matters is how quickly you do what your soul yearns for anyway. Do good, be good, live good... And good will always come back around to you. Live the kind of #life that when you die, all they can ever say about you is good. Don't live to be remembered however, if you do that you might just forget to live. Live for this very second, for this very moment; live for now. And remember what you should never forget... #life is short, so live it. Live it well. Written by Sabah Ismail 18.01.13 (RIP Ranvir)

Four. She lies under the stars of her bedroom sky As she listens to her heart break over and over again The tears spill from her eyes No hope, no disguise Just a pain filled night Without him again. He sits at his desk Spinning on the chair legs Pen grasped tightly in his clutch Eyes unblinking Eyes so penetrating He can't rid himself of that pain inside How does he give her the world When he's torturing himself inside? How does he let another become such a massive part of this #life? How does he rid himself of these bonds and precarious ties? He spins around again. There she is Next to a man who she gave the world One that took a vow and failed to recognise she exists She even gave him two kids And as the world keeps spinning on its axis she turns to face him Things have changed now He loves her, she loves him He belongs to her and she to him A #life brand new and all of their own, The perfect 2.4 family Husband, wife and two children. And here I am A million thoughts in my head As I too, lay on my bed Thinking of the pain and broken hearts of the past And the pieces that make up this crazy jigsaw puzzle Unbelievable that I finally fell in love again Yet all this shit still spins around in my head I want him I love him... It's time for us all... To let go.

Monsters In My Head Clawing away at the inside of my skull, they dance happily; screeching in elation, overjoyed at the pain they cause me, they pace loudly in small circles screaming for me to listen to them and screaming for me to let them free. I scratch my scalp, hold my head in both my hands and the water begins to seep from behind my eyelids. Those tiny little buggers have got to me after breaking down the walls I'd built in my mind over time yet still I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and clasp my head even harder. I can't accept that they're there, I really wish they'd just disappear. As they claw, scream, laugh and clap away my heart feels heavier and the pain feels stronger. All those years of being there; putting them before myself, covering their backs, crying for them and praying for them... For what? To have every tiny little thing thrown back in my face, to be made to feel unappreciated and worthless and even now, a simple five letter word can't be said?!? Oh why are they reminding me of everything I'm trying so hard to forget. God eased my suffering, that doesn't mean to say it's disappeared however. The pain is still there and the love is still there for those strangers in my #life who became my family. STOP IT. Stop! I can't take it anymore, my head will explode with all these little bastards in there. How did so many get in there in the first place? When did it come to this? When did the sounds that once used to comfort me turn from the voices in my head to the monsters in my head? I need to escape the prison of my own mind.

Bed Laying here listening to the sounds of a million stars. Laying here looking at the dreams of a million hearts.

Broken Thoughts What does being happy feel like? 'cause I sure don't remember. It's such a distant, vague memory, slowly blurring and floating further and further away each day. And I'm grateful for everything I have and I'm excited about so much more yet to come; and I smile and laugh a whole lot more, and I know who I am after finally finding the real me after losing the person I used to be, but still... Still there's something missing, and it feels like there always will be. People are misconceived to believe that happiness is contentment. It's not. I'm content but I'm not happy. Once upon a time in a land far, far away from everything I know now, I remember thinking I was happy but I don't remember thinking I was content. Maybe the real truth lies in the fact you cannot actually have both? Maybe they're both just as good as each other, or maybe in reality they're the same thing. Maybe I truly don't know either. It's baffling when you think about it. Maybe I'm not even living in reality which is why I sense this torn hole right here beneath my skin. There is certainly something missing, that's for sure. I just don't know how to get it back.