And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.
I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do.
Anonymous asked: Thank you for this blog.
You are welcome lovely stranger.
have you ever danced to music that wasn’t there
or whispered to the voices in the wind
have you ever played with the demons
you were always warned to stay away from
please tell me i’m not the only one
who savours every last second of silence
who swallows hanfulls of sanity
who is never alone
The only way I can cope with reality is to get to a state that takes me far away from it
I want to be there
music. breeze. inhale. hold. exhale. beauty. trees. birds. closed eyes. floating. breathe.
You can’t hurt me more than I can hurt myself.
Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.