sorry

“I'm a master at speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence.”

“It's just that I belong in the quietest quiet, that's what's right for me.”

Sometimes I wish the world would learn to close its eyes more and open its heart. Where are the things of the soul? Is there nothing left now, but the glorification of the flesh?

“I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”

The problem is the knowledge. The knowledge you will get older, that you need comfort and safety and financial security, and your loved ones need the same and the world is not built to simply give you those things for simply living. You fear that the love you hold in your chest is not enough because you have been told love is not enough for a secure future. That you must work yourself to the bones and it still may not be enough. The knowledge is heavy. It is like a hand wrapped around your throat. Because all you really want is to lie in peace in a meadow somewhere, your head on your lover’s chest as they read your favourite book to you. But you have been taught that to earn this life, you must first set yourself on fire. And then what remains of you may just may be rewarded. I hope the world changes for you. I hope you get your meadow one day and you do not have to burn to get it. I hope it’s as vibrant as you always wanted it to be.

“I'm a master at speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence.”

“A good world needs knowledge, kindliness, and courage; it does not need a regretful hankering after the past, or a fettering of the free intelligence by the words uttered long ago by ignorant men.”

Part of surviving is being able to move on.

There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.