Wanderlust

You will have days where you feel better, and you will have days where you want to die. Both are okay. There is no magical cure. You just need to close your eyes, and trust that the waves will pass, and soon you’ll be able to breathe again.

It won’t feel this heavy forever.

One day someone is going to hug you so tight, that all of your broken pieces will stick back together.

It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

“I keep folding myself inwards, layer by layer, just to reach the part of me, which feels heavy but is so empty. It’s like an itch. I want to describe that feeling, give it a name, a word. Anything!!! That can describe this tornado whirling ferociously inside me. Everyone around me is moving, my life is changing every day. But, damn why!! why do I feel like I am not a part of my own life but just a spectator watching it from some other dimension? A mere puppet, who is just alive enough to move her hands but not alive enough to feel things!!!”