And other un-asked questions:
The overwhelm is overwhelming.

Silent cries.
How to hide the unseeable.
Unfeelable feelings covered
in a thick layer of unnatural dust.
Not the kind that collects
over time,
but the kind piled on
deliberately
in desperate attempts
to cover up
and continue.
Itβs not over. Sometimes
you just need to take a break.

The more life I live, the more alive I get. Itβs crazy, itβs painful, itβs amazing. Sometimes itβs full of joy. Sometimes, itβs really not.
The more alive I am, the more I find myself able to let it all co-exist.
Itβs horrible and frustrating and beautiful all at the same time because I am having the hardest time and Iβve also literally never been more well in my life.
Some things are worth being upset about.
Iβm so happy, and Iβm really sad. Some things will be ok.





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