That’s all we are, aren’t we, just souls who are sometimes kind and sometimes cruel and almost always complicated.” Sometimes sadness does not have a source. There is no immediate solution, no escape plan from its clutches. Instead you learn to coincide, as though sadness is an old friend who needs a gentle nudge in the right direction. I like how each section is labeled on what you are feeling right now and what mood you are in when you read it. I have always wished there were poems books that were like this because it would be so helpful. . . and now I found one. The tragedy of what could have been is nearly as crippling as what once was but can never be again.

I have no experience to speak of with modern poetry but always meant to try it, sensing it might be something I could spend many hours with. As a newbie to this kind of reading material, I found Pillow Thoughts III easily accessible and was able to just go with the flow. If you’re a fan of Rupi Kaur’s work or of instapoetry, Pillow Thoughts may be for you, but otherwise I wouldn’t recommend it. There is so much noise The city never sleeps And I long for just one day everything is so quiet You and I could hear the clouds move I just love how this collection has been devided into 10 chapters specifically when to read each of these chapters. This particular collection speaks about when you’re translating from a place of hurt to a place of healing and love. I love the way this ‘series’ progressed in terms of themes. It’s nothing too heavy but is enough to uplift you.I really have to say that the 2 and 3 part where cute and lovely but please don’t read the first one if you are mentally not that stabled. Your feelings are valid and real. Do not let anybody denounce them just because they do not feel the same way. These feelings do not make you weak or clingy or overly emotional. They make you strong, brave and beautiful. You are not merely made of stardust; you are the comet streaking through the sky on the way to do good and bright things.”

Who made you feel this way Like your heart’s too heavy And all its soft parts Are gone? Who made you feel Like this toxic thing Like no one Wants you And you don’t belong? Who made you feel Like your scars Aren’t beautiful And your baggage Isn’t worth carrying? Who made you feel Like you don’t Deserve everything And you aren’t Someone worth keeping? Just tell me where It all went wrong So I can make you feel Like you really belong Mental illness is not a weakness. It doesn't define you. It will try to dictate your days and make you feel cursed. But just like anyone else, you are equally a child of the universe." Chicago I’m in Chicago and you’re at home, how can we be so in love and yet so alone? It’s been so hard, how many more days must we be apart? All the nerves in my heart, wondering if things have changed, All the time apart, wondering if we’ll still be the same. I’m in Chicago and you’re at home, and I’m watching life pass. I miss you when I am alone. It’s divided into five parts. The first is my favorite, and it’s poems about heartbreak. What I really liked was the honesty and the fact that the poet is a woman writing about another woman. That’s refreshing to see and it was wonderfully written. Made me feel all sorts of emotions.

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At first I thought I didn’t like it because I simply couldn’t relate to Peppernell’s writings. Maybe the poems in the chapter If you are heartbroken weren’t for me because I’m not heartbroken and the bits in If you are dreaming of someone didn’t leave a lasting impression on me because I’m not dreaming of anyone. But then again, I’ve read other poems and novels, listened to music, and watched films and television shows that I did love, even though I couldn’t personally relate to whatever it was they were about. I can still see the power and the beauty in things, even if they aren’t about something I’ve been through myself. But then they have to be meaningful and good, and (most of) the poems and prose in Pillow Thoughts weren’t. It feels like the universe closes in around us when you touch me. But the moment is so fleeting and you are gone again. Then it is just me with too much space. The universe is awfully large and I am awfully small and I wish you were here to close the space.