Compare. &&. Contrast.

The difference between loving someone and being in love is permanence and infatuation.
-Monique Adara.

Fearless.

So go on.
Go on and break my heart.
I'll be okay.
There's nothing you can do to me.
That's ever going to burn to me.
So go on.
Go on and leave my love.
Out on the street.
Im fearless.
Better believe Im fearless.
-Colbie Caillat, "Fearless"

Uncensored.

Today I talked to him.

His voice still sounded the same.

His words were different.

Different in the way he said them.

Peculiar in the way they sounded.

My feelings resufaced.

My mind remeninced.

Thoughts reoccurred.

I closed my eyes.

And tried to picture his heart.

Picture his heart as it spoke words.

Observe the way it talked to my heart.

I thought.

Reflected.

Realized.

I love him.

Deeply.

I can feel every vector of every blood stream that come from the racing pulses that my heart releases every time the resonation of his voice sends a vibration through my body.

He loves me.

He tells me.

Its real.

Its pure.

I feel it.

Its authentic.

Natural.

Unadulterated.

Love.

Uncensored.

Return....

I havent been on here for some time. Yet, time hasn't stopped. My heart, mind, body, and soul still contains elements that need not to be harbored. My fingers still need to embrace the keyboard to wrap around a writing utensil, soon. As for now, I have deeds to be done. No one is going to be doing them for me and I have my own standards, I've set for myself that I need to uphold. Sayonara et bon nui.
Monique Adara

Harmonious.

This is the time where I go back in my corner,
fight my urge for rest no longer....
Sayonara et Bon Nui
(Good- Bye && Good Night in Japanese && French respectively)
-Monique Adara

You are loved....

Just in case you've been doubting this statement, or no one has told you today, I will tell you until you get it... YOU ARE LOVED!

-Monique Adara

Wondering....

Where have the days gone when boys had cooties, and they went to Jupiter to get more stupider...
The days where my mommy used to do my hair in ponytails every Sunday night...
When I used to be excited to watch the Jeffersons at eleven o' clock every night...
How Happy Meals used to actually get me full and make me happy...
When before I went to sleep, I would mouth the words... "now I lay me down to sleep..."
Where are the friends that would find me during "hide n seek" but never said it, so I wouldnt be "IT"
When I would take daily trips to "Dragonland" and "Elmo's World"....
When I would play in clean playgrounds, and my friends had clean vocabularies :)...
Just a few things I've been reminiscing upon lately....
& With those memories, I go back to my corner and rest my eyes.
Sayonara
-Monique Adara

Love You.

Dont stand in the mirror to fix yourself, look in the mirror to admire yourself and love yourself.

the more critiquing you do, the more frustrated you’ll become, because those flaws you think

you see arent gonna go away, so instead of lookin in the mirror for vanity....look in the mirror to

enjoy seeing life in your eyes....look in the mirror to tell yourself "I love you" ...hug yourself.

Dance around in a circle and smile at yourself....look in the mirror and love yourself
-Jhene Aiko Efuru Chilombo

Bon Nui.

Going back into my bubble that only I can fit in... :)
Til it be morrow.
-Monique Adara

Reflections Upon The Adara

As I created this blog, I wasn't quite sure the content I would have on it. I dont think I have yet to know the answer. But as I lay here in my bed in my dorm, I contemplate a few thoughts. First, who am I? Who is Tierra? The Adara? This week in school has been very stressful. I have heavily contemplated changing schools. I say that this school doesn't "fit me." But what is the "me" that this school doesn't fit? What components of me does this school not satisfy enough or at all? Truthfully, this is something I've been asking myself most of my teenage years. Am I this shy girl that's really nice and kind? Am I someone that has little to no tolerance for anything? Am I really so superficial and high mainenance that my looks come before anything or anyone? Do I embrace my "hood" attitude or my suburban, proper self? To answer these questions, I am me. I dont fall into a category, or stereotype. Im not a statistic. You cannot group me by the way I look, dress, talk, act, live because I walk to the rhythm of my own beat and hum my own melody. I am ME!
-Monique Adara