Rivers Were Never Homes

[Laylaa]

People aren't homes.
They never were.


People are rivers.

Always changing.
Always moving.
Always flowing.
Never staying the same.

And sometimes,
we pour so much of ourselves into them ~
our love ,
our memories,
our secrets,
our wounds,
our most vulnerable pieces ~
because we thought they would always be safe.

But rivers don't keep what they carry.

You can give them ur whole heart,
but ..

you can never ask a river to stay the same.

And the saddest part ~
The more deeply we trust ..
The more completely we surrender..
The more of ourselves
we leave in someone's hands,
the more there is to lose.


Sometimes,
the person we trusted with the deepest parts of us
becomes the very person who makes us regret ever letting them in.

" The river that once carried us through the darkest nights becomes the one
that drowns us in the end."

And then they dissapear ~
with everything we gave them.
Our words.
Our softness.
The version of us
that existed only because we felt safe with them.
But they don't just leave.
They leave knowing exactly where we r fragile.
They know the places
we never let anyone touch..
the wounds we never spoke about..
the fears we only whispered to them..

And when the river moves on , it doesn't take only itself with it.
It carries pieces of us downstream.
Our innocence.
Our faith.
Our ability to believe
that someone can stay. The part of us that once believed :

"If I let you see all of me ,
you'll be gentle with what you find."

But when they leave
you don't just lose them.
You lose your ability to trust anyone too.

After that everyone feels lyk a river ~
always moving ..
always changing ..
always capable of carrying away
everything you were foolish enough to leave behind.
So you stop pouring yourself to people.
Not because you hv nothing left to give ~
but because you remember
what happened the last time
you gave someone
your whole heart.

What remains is the painful realization
that we trusted a river
as if it were a home. And after that ~

You never look at rivers .. the same way again.

 

[COFFEE☕]

Broken things are always broken. That's the fact. We may try alot and manipulate ourself to make it looks like a new one. But still it is broken. It's better to accept the fact, cry n move on with and like the river.

 

[Itsme_04]

People aren't homes.
They never were.


People are rivers.

Always changing.
Always moving.
Always flowing.
Never staying the same.

And sometimes,
we pour so much of ourselves into them ~
our love ,
our memories,
our secrets,
our wounds,
our most vulnerable pieces ~
because we thought they would always be safe.

But rivers don't keep what they carry.

You can give them ur whole heart,
but ..

you can never ask a river to stay the same.

And the saddest part ~
The more deeply we trust ..
The more completely we surrender..
The more of ourselves
we leave in someone's hands,
the more there is to lose.


Sometimes,
the person we trusted with the deepest parts of us
becomes the very person who makes us regret ever letting them in.

" The river that once carried us through the darkest nights becomes the one
that drowns us in the end."

And then they dissapear ~
with everything we gave them.
Our words.
Our softness.
The version of us
that existed only because we felt safe with them.
But they don't just leave.
They leave knowing exactly where we r fragile.
They know the places
we never let anyone touch..
the wounds we never spoke about..
the fears we only whispered to them..

And when the river moves on , it doesn't take only itself with it.
It carries pieces of us downstream.
Our innocence.
Our faith.
Our ability to believe
that someone can stay. The part of us that once believed :

"If I let you see all of me ,
you'll be gentle with what you find."

But when they leave
you don't just lose them.
You lose your ability to trust anyone too.

After that everyone feels lyk a river ~
always moving ..
always changing ..
always capable of carrying away
everything you were foolish enough to leave behind.
So you stop pouring yourself to people.
Not because you hv nothing left to give ~
but because you remember
what happened the last time
you gave someone
your whole heart.

What remains is the painful realization
that we trusted a river
as if it were a home. And after that ~

You never look at rivers .. the same way again.

That's the truth of life... We can trust a version of someone at a specific point of time but not always does a person remain the same...because with time every single one of us is evolving..
So we must take into consideration before opening to anyone about anything that if the circumstances don't really favour your relation to someone later in time , still will you be at peace with whatever you are sharing with that person right now?
If the answer still comes a yes then only shall we go ahead..
And Yupp.. Sometimes it does happen that we pour so much time and efforts into a relationship that when it at the end doesn't work out you're all shattered and just unable to love again ever with the same intensity.. But there isn't a solution for it.. you just must detach your past life expectations with your current partner and make peace with the fact that what's gone is gone and it was just a great life lesson in the broader context of your existence!

 

[ｋａｄａｌ]

People aren't homes.
They never were.


People are rivers.

Always changing.
Always moving.
Always flowing.
Never staying the same.

And sometimes,
we pour so much of ourselves into them ~
our love ,
our memories,
our secrets,
our wounds,
our most vulnerable pieces ~
because we thought they would always be safe.

But rivers don't keep what they carry.

You can give them ur whole heart,
but ..

you can never ask a river to stay the same.

And the saddest part ~
The more deeply we trust ..
The more completely we surrender..
The more of ourselves
we leave in someone's hands,
the more there is to lose.


Sometimes,
the person we trusted with the deepest parts of us
becomes the very person who makes us regret ever letting them in.

" The river that once carried us through the darkest nights becomes the one
that drowns us in the end."

And then they dissapear ~
with everything we gave them.
Our words.
Our softness.
The version of us
that existed only because we felt safe with them.
But they don't just leave.
They leave knowing exactly where we r fragile.
They know the places
we never let anyone touch..
the wounds we never spoke about..
the fears we only whispered to them..

And when the river moves on , it doesn't take only itself with it.
It carries pieces of us downstream.
Our innocence.
Our faith.
Our ability to believe
that someone can stay. The part of us that once believed :

"If I let you see all of me ,
you'll be gentle with what you find."

But when they leave
you don't just lose them.
You lose your ability to trust anyone too.

After that everyone feels lyk a river ~
always moving ..
always changing ..
always capable of carrying away
everything you were foolish enough to leave behind.
So you stop pouring yourself to people.
Not because you hv nothing left to give ~
but because you remember
what happened the last time
you gave someone
your whole heart.

What remains is the painful realization
that we trusted a river
as if it were a home. And after that ~

You never look at rivers .. the same way again.

But all people are not rivers. I am the sea.

 

[Honey bunch]

People aren't homes.
They never were.


People are rivers.

Always changing.
Always moving.
Always flowing.
Never staying the same.

And sometimes,
we pour so much of ourselves into them ~
our love ,
our memories,
our secrets,
our wounds,
our most vulnerable pieces ~
because we thought they would always be safe.

But rivers don't keep what they carry.

You can give them ur whole heart,
but ..

you can never ask a river to stay the same.

And the saddest part ~
The more deeply we trust ..
The more completely we surrender..
The more of ourselves
we leave in someone's hands,
the more there is to lose.


Sometimes,
the person we trusted with the deepest parts of us
becomes the very person who makes us regret ever letting them in.

" The river that once carried us through the darkest nights becomes the one
that drowns us in the end."

And then they dissapear ~
with everything we gave them.
Our words.
Our softness.
The version of us
that existed only because we felt safe with them.
But they don't just leave.
They leave knowing exactly where we r fragile.
They know the places
we never let anyone touch..
the wounds we never spoke about..
the fears we only whispered to them..

And when the river moves on , it doesn't take only itself with it.
It carries pieces of us downstream.
Our innocence.
Our faith.
Our ability to believe
that someone can stay. The part of us that once believed :

"If I let you see all of me ,
you'll be gentle with what you find."

But when they leave
you don't just lose them.
You lose your ability to trust anyone too.

After that everyone feels lyk a river ~
always moving ..
always changing ..
always capable of carrying away
everything you were foolish enough to leave behind.
So you stop pouring yourself to people.
Not because you hv nothing left to give ~
but because you remember
what happened the last time
you gave someone
your whole heart.

What remains is the painful realization
that we trusted a river
as if it were a home. And after that ~

You never look at rivers .. the same way again.

Maybe people are rivers, always changing and moving… but I don’t think trusting them was foolish.

We gave our heart because, at that moment, we genuinely believed they were safe. If they changed and walked away, that doesn’t make our love meaningless.

Maybe the lesson isn’t to stop trusting people, but to stop losing ourselves while trusting them.

Some rivers may not be homes, but the memories we leave along the way can still mean something. ‍
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