madness is genious

“I’ll tell my daughter about you someday. Someday when she’s laying in my lap with a broken heart crying so hard she can’t breath, I’ll tell her about how when you left I didn’t think I’d ever be whole again or how for months after I laid in your spot on my bed screaming into the pillow or about the time my mother sat on the end of my bed crying because I hadn’t eaten in days and she was worried. I’ll tell her all these things but then I’ll tell her about the day I woke up thinking about something other than you, and about the morning I made waffles and didn’t think about how they were your favorite food, I’ll tell her about the light at the end of the darkness.”

She lives the poetry she cannot write.

If you see beauty in something, don’t wait for others to agree.

I can tell that you have been crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness, hope that you will recover. -Drake