Draining the toxins out, breathing the light in. Spending time with myself to find who I’ve been hiding, to find the pure me underneath these filthy rocks that have been thrown at me. It was agony to crawl out of the tsunami of anxiety, insecurities, and depression, but I bled to live. I can sense […]
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Just like you save your favorite food on that plate for last, I do the same with my happiness.
Stop leaning on me, I can barely keep myself up
I’m afraid of finding happiness, because I’ll never wanna go back.
The thing is I don’t wanna be like the rest, maybe that’s why he feels so disconnected to me. Material things have never mattered to me and what others have thought has never offended me. I’m in my own world where I only chase dreams not beings.
The pictures you took by mistake and deleted could be meaningful to someone else. The same goes for our journey, every step could inspire someone, keep someone from dissipating and letting go.
You’re the spring, while I’m the winter. We are spring snow.
Do you ever miss yourself? A time where joy was simple and you trusted yourself.
You have to learn to be flexible because this world intends to break you.
Broken crayons still color, so this lost purpose can still be found.