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Footsteps

March 7th, 2018

The age-old tradition of running from our problems or fears is all too familiar. The running we seem to batter an eyelid over are the things that make us whole. Joy, love, emotion and potential versus heartache, horrible truths and little lies.

Whether we choose to deny it or embrace it, these emotions scare us and leave us in fight or flight mode.

Did you know that when we run, we never have both feet on the ground at the same time? The security of having two feet on the floor, the sense of security we are searching for is unattainable while running. Continue reading Footsteps

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Why 8 Letters?

8 Letters are the building blocks of many powerful sentences and has the ability to create incredible words.

I love you is one of them. Three of the words in the english language that some of us use too much and others not enough.

Those 8 Letters have the power to haunt you if you don’t use them, to hurt you when they are not used and to bring immeasurable joy when they are said and meant.

Fearless is the 8 Letter word that makes me want to feel all of those emotions. Fearless is the 8 Letter word that reminds me I am alive, and is the main reason I will take that leap of faith in the way I feel. Fearless is the reason I started 8 Letters.

I write what I feel, I write about what hurts and when it hurts.

8 Letters to me is more than just a title, more than just my blog or a few articles I’ve written up. 8 Letters is my life, my diary and every single word in my heart.

I breathe it, live it and could not think of anything better than to share it.

The songs I listen to and the words I read remind me I am not alone. 8 Letters is here to remind you, that you are not alone.

If we are falling, we’re all falling together.

x Libby

Tired

5th of March, 2017

I am tired of sleeping broken.

The broken inhibits my mind as the lights go out, then it hits hard when they turn back on again.

But you don’t just feel the bang when the lights go on, you also feel the flicker when you think your mind is asleep. It is in those moments your dreams come to life.

I had this dream last night. We were at a party. I fell asleep before the night began and woke up knowing I was missing out, I had to find him. I needed to find him. Continue reading Tired

I Wish…

“I wish that no one ever waited 4 hours to text you back when you know they’re holding their phone. It’s rude.

I wish no one ever messed with your head, and I wish no one ever gave you mixed signals.

I wish when you asked somebody “do you wanna be with me?” they never ever said, “I don’t know.” I wish they only ever told you yes or no because you deserve to know the truth.”

– Taylor Swift

“I don’t want to get hurt, because I don’t want to have to run away.”

That was the moment I completely and totally opened my heart up. For the first time in a long time I was surrounded by someone with so much light, he was my own personal firefly.

Continue reading I Wish…

Diary Of a Dreamer: Falling Where The Light Is

It is the easiest thing to do; falling.

It happens in unexpected ways we only discover when we feel the ground fast approaching.

For a long time our mind is in ‘denial mode’.

Throwing out those below the belt lines like:

“You’re not falling, this is stupid.”

“Why did you do this again?”

…or my personal best:

“Let me just stand in the way of your FEELINGS for a while and let it hit you all at once.”

Falling is hard, falling is stupid. Yet, I manage to do it so well.

I don’t share my heart with everyone, if anything it is so sheltered from previous rain that it may have never wanted to see the light again.

But then there was him.

So begins an unexpected spark of curiosity, somehow pulling sacred thoughts out of my mind and sharing them in an open space. Instantly pulling down any walls or fears in it’s path.

There are very few people in this world who give off so much light, he is one of them.

My cover came off.

It has gone back on a few times, too. Once I can feel the warmth of the light, it slips me back into the comfort of the shade.

Slowly humming ‘just keep me where the light is’ I awaken into the unknown, where clocks have stopped and moments stand still. Eventually gravity slowly takes its toll.

The car ride home sets reality into place.

It is a ticking time bomb.

One that simply stops when he is near, and fastens the further we fall apart.

But somehow I know in order to feel the light, I have to fall into it.

Even if it’s only temporary.

 

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