mens regnum bona possidet

Draw me a nice warm bath and let me sit in a pool of my boiling blood. Let me rest, tilt my head back and let me think of all my wrongdoings and shortcomings. It’s better if I’m encouraged to do it. Thank you in advance.

I forget what it’s like to not worry constantly. To be fair, I never really knew what that felt like. Having even a sliver of dignity and respect for myself made it so much easier to remember.

You never know what you’ve lost until you’re laying in your bed in the darkest of the night. You won’t feel the pain of their absence until your eyes are bloodshot and sickly dilated. You won’t know they’re truly gone until the thought of them reappears every now and then.

Wait till you can lay back, legs up and head pointed to the sky. That’s when you can think freely. That’s when you want to do nothing but look around and feel grateful for the grass between your toes and the breeze swaying in your hair. That’s when you feel like it’s possible to fall in love with life and all it’s little moments.