Darkest Burning Star

Don’t ever underestimate the people who love you.

Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.

I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.

Sweet girl, he doesn’t love you, not anymore, not like he did. And I know you’re not ready to believe that he’s happy without your love because just the thought of living a life without him hurts, it hurts so badly that you can hear your bones splintering in the dead silence, I know it does but you’ve got to let him go. You’ve got to stop carrying around all that empty hope. And I know you’ve prayed so much that you’ve got bruises on your knees & you’re not even sure if there is a God anymore, And it’s okay for your faith to be shaken, you’ve been through more hell than anyone I know, but you won’t find the answers you’re looking for in a line of coke. And you can dig at your wrist all you want but the demons are in your head, you can’t bleed them out. And I know it feels like you’re all alone but you’ve got yourself & when you learn to love yourself like you love everyone else, you’ll never be lonely. I know you’re drowning in all this pain but you’re stronger than this, when you can’t take it anymore, you’ll remember how to swim, just like you’ll learn how to love again & you’ll wake up one day, happy to be alive & you’ll stop driving so you can watch the sunset, just like you used to.. I love you & I promise that one day, you’re going to find yourself & genuine happiness, the kind that can’t be taken when someone leaves because people do leave but someone’s going to see the galaxies in your eyes & they’re going to stay. But you’ve gotta be alive to see this.

I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. ‘So,’ I tried to delicately ask, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?’ ‘Well,’ she responded, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?’

We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future, trying to predict the future, as if figuring it out will cushion the blow. But the future is always changing. The future is the home of our deepest fears and wildest hopes. But one thing is certain when it finally reveals itself. The future is never the way we imagined it.

We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future, trying to predict the future, as if figuring it out will cushion the blow. But the future is always changing. The future is the home of our deepest fears and wildest hopes. But one thing is certain when it finally reveals itself. The future is never the way we imagined it.