Soar

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.

I don’t have monsters under my bed. There is nothing that goes bump in the night. It’s simply all in my head, and can give anyone a fright. I can sit and watch any scary movie, I can entertain all of their plots. Yet not one of them can move me, the real horrors are my thoughts.

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.

Can you imagine wings just being a normal part of everyday life like imagine

An intimate relationship is not necessarily a physical relationship. Rather, it is a trusting, close friendship with another person in which one can be honest without fear of rejection.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?