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You’re still okay. Even when your eyes prick with tears, And when your lungs are closing in. When your smile is stretching, While your heart is shrinking. When your loved ones race the wind in leaving, And you’re sitting alone with your shadows entrapping you. You are okay when your whole world is crumbling apart, When your wings are breaking. You’re still okay when you’re fighting, Even though you know you’re fighting a losing battle. That doesn’t stop you. That’s how you know, You are more than you give yourself credit for. You are what makes you okay.

“to live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it

And now the empty I welcome it I’ve lived So finely tuned Buzzing and crackling with intensity Vibrant Deafening Blinding Our connection It was a matter of time The darkness has come And released me From your hold My heart aches from The love that destroyed me The trembling becomes stillness As I let go And burn out

This smile masks All I hold inside So if my lips tremble And betray the aching soul That lies beneath Please say nothing Just hold me gently For a moment Until I rise to face The sun again

Book of the day: The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

Book of the day: The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

Book of the day: The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

What choice is this I stand Arms outstretched Head back Eyes closed Degloved and raw This is me A heart that aches Incessantly For a life just beyond my grasp This hole This emptiness It bleeds me dry I can bind my wounds And live in a shell Of repeated tomorrows Or expose the truth And feel… Yes, feel…. Ride the highs Like there is no tomorrow And pray to survive the depths that swallow me without warning It is who I am Exist Or Live What choice is this

This smile masks All I hold inside So if my lips tremble And betray the aching soul That lies beneath Please say nothing Just hold me gently For a moment Until I rise to face The sun again

Some things Are not so much Unforgivable As they are Unrecoverable Sometimes We break And nothing is the same Again

I knew that what was left of me would always love you, but never in quite the same way.