#vylve

to you who have to shrink and hide who you are in order to be loved, accepted and worth something

I often wonder what happens inside her mind. She stares at the wind. When the wind blows and the high-pitched sound can be heard between the branches, her eyebrow twitches unconsciously. Flowers don't make her happy, yet withered petals on the ground does make her feel warm inside. I wonder why she grows so fond to broken things. Then I blurt out to her, "You have lonely eyes. Why you always seem so sad?" Something moves inside her eyes, like she's giving much thought into the question. She raises her head to me, "Does storm look sad to you?" I have no answer to that.

When you nightmares wake you at night but it's also the one that keeps you company day and night is all the same because you live your nightmare day and night

how would you feel to have nightmares with eyes open?

I can smell the bitterness of my dissatisfaction on my tongue. The world becomes more money-driven and clawing towards each other.

What is this empty feeling that fills my lunge, my heart, my mind?

Sometimes ‘count your blessings’ doesn’t work anymore.