I read this book, Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur and I actually liked it. This book is mainly for women but hey, even guys could take a crack at reading it. I didn't get this book for me, actually, I bought it for a friend because he just randomly asked and I thought about it.. couldn't refuse him. I love when people love to read. My favorite page out of the entire book is page 124, "I am confident I am over you. so much that some mornings I wake up with a smile on my face and my hands pressed together thanking the universe for pulling you out of me. thank god I cry. thank god you left. I would not be the empire I am today if you stayed.
but then.
there are some nights I imagine what I might do if you showed up. how if you walked into the room this very second every awful thing you've ever done would be tossed out the closest window and all the love would rise up again. it would pour through my eyes as if it never really left in the first place. as if its been practicing how to stay silent so long only so it could be this loud on your arrival. can someone explain that. how even when the love leaves. it doesn't leave. how even when I am so past you. I am so helplessly brought back to you."
Just thought I'd share it with you guys to give a little insight on what the book is about and how I can relate. I'm sure everyone could relate to something in this book. It's all poetry and its amazing. I recommend trying it out. I bought mine at Barnes and Noble. Anyway.. peace out homies
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Sometimes I really don't understand why I do the things I do. I'm just gonna die anyway. Why do I feel like I need to do things in life so I can accomplish things when in reality, one day, I'll be dead and no one will remember my name or who I was or what my story was? No one will even care. This is so meaningless. Everything. I don't get why I feel obligated to participate in life. Human instinct? When I really sit down and think about all the s**t I've gone through and all the s**t everyone else has gone through, I have to ask myself why we go through ******** up s**t and still keep charging through life like it's the right thing to do. You think you're strong for living.. I think I'd be stronger if I killed myself.. because that's the scariest part of life. No one has any idea of what happens after death...
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