23.02.26 🧋.
Just another random day with my words messing around my mind 🫕🧃
There’s something so overwhelming about finally realising who you are now standing here with all your grief and all your feelings stacked on top of each other, trying to pour them into this life and still keep going. Sometimes it feels like too much, and all you want is to escape this reality for a while.
There are places moments, people, experiences that feel like an escape, where everything is so full of awe and strangeness that it almost doesn’t feel real. And yet, they still belong to this world. I think about those places and I wish, deeply, that everyone who is tired, everyone who is quietly aching for a way out, could find them too.
I wish that the people who long for an escape could live a life that feels unreal in the best way it could be a life filled with impossible beauty, unexpected miracles, and feelings so new that no one has ever had words for them. And even if it’s not me who gets to live that kind of life, I hope someone else does someone who carries the same heaviness, the same longing.
It would be enough for me just to know that somewhere, someone like us is truly living a life that isn’t constantly weighed down by pain, but has room for real moments of wonder. Not defined by grief, but touched by those quiet, indescribable feelings you get when something finally feels right, or when, even just for a second, you feel genuinely alive.
Just knowing that all of this world, this hurt, this hope, can feel worth it for someone, even if it never fully happens for me, would still bring me a strange kind of comfort.
