#wroteitmyself

Keep going, and never give up, because one day it will be worth it.

To think that the fear of the dark is overcome by darkness itself, the reality that being surrounded by a fear in time diminishes it's existence. It's as though this fear becomes a norm and the reality that it was once was feared slips our mind. To think that it's the same cycle with other things in life such as being treated poorly, it's as though day by day you get used to being treated this way as the tables turn and being treated right has become strange and unnatural. As each day passes and disappointment crosses paths with you it becomes familiar, this familiarity digs a hole in your heart and makes itself feel at home and yet once it's gone we still feel emptiness which arises the questioning of what is normality? And how are we suppose to feel?