it took forever to fall asleep, with everything and the lack of wanting to let go. & so i set my alarm early as I could stomach....i must have woken faster than my heartbeat. does it matter? everything is chaotic and non-serene about this. a box of tissues, a pen, the word, a disheveled mess, and hours that I could not walk away from. I faced this, and yet everything inside indicates there's a lot more I've yet to look at.
b r e a t h e . j u s t . b r e a t h e. [it's funny how this happened. I never really expected any of this- and the whole thing, every part, is shaping me] w h a t . c o m e s . n e x t .
".......so it can happen". I 'm going to remember this all in all for quite some time. i can feel the prayers rising from within, and how much more so i will cry out. to throw my hands in the air would be futile [FUTILE- INCAPABLE OF PRODUCING ANY RESULT]. these threads are stronger than one would assume.
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