HOLD - AND EXHALE
Lately my thoughts’ve been twisting
circulating and tangling about the same things
I admit, i confess, i miss
the time
not specifically you,
but everything you gave, you made me give and be
Time is the most precious thing i own
you consumed it, inhaled till your lungs hurt
but boy, let me tell you,
you truly made it the most it could ever possibly be.
And now? I expect myself to be metal to be a chaptered book with the index in front guiding my way but sometimes I forget that my pages are still yet to be written Allow yourself to use all the space you need girl, your words need to grow and your world does too. How do expect to reach freedom to be better to breath freely if you never release all that immense pressure from your lunges?
That time is gone
better things are waiting
your better self’s ahead
run into your arms
allow yourself to be present
and breathe.
