Thursday, November 23, 2017
People laugh faster than you.
They laugh without thinking about it and they seem easier in themselves, like they were poured into their skin.
Not like you.
You feel like you're borrowing your skin, waiting for the owner to show up at a party, remember he lent it to you, and ask for it back.
Sometimes, you look at the stars in the sky like they might be home.
And you try and find yourself in every puddle that you cross in the street.
Written by Me at 5:34 AM
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We were walking past the lake, when my reflection took my place.
It held your hand and watched you slowly drift away from me.
It threw a plate against a wall the night after you left, when it relealised you were never coming back.
It drove around for hours on its own, not knowing where to go.
It held the phone, not knowing who to call.
And this is the only way I can explain to anyone what I'm doing, underneath the water.
Written by Me at 7:14 AM
Monday, October 23, 2017
Brave is saying no to the comfort that kills you.
There is no bravery in a fist.
Brave is singing Kumbaya softly to a screaming baby.
There is no bravery in a flag.
Brave is holding onto the air itself to stop yourself from falling into yourself.
There is no bravery in a crowd.
Brave is knowing who you are, even when everyone else doesn’t.
There is no bravery when it's easy.
Brave is carrying on and on, and looking and finding all the angles and all the keys, and turning every single one.
There is no bravery in bright light.
Brave is fighting the sun itself for the right words to talk yourself off the ledge.
There is no bravery in hurt.
Your bravery is kneeling on the ground.
In the end, your bravery is living.
Written by Me at 7:32 AM