I know how it feels to hold the empty cup. I know how it feels to break a heart so bad that your brain has to numb the pain in order to survive. I know how it feels to have nothing else to feel. I know what it’s like to spin in circles trying to carry the world that’s on your shoulders. I know what it’s like to be lost. But there’s an atlas in every eye, you just need time to decipher your path in life. So please, keep fucking feeling. Even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts. The moment you stop is the moment the life in you dies. And trust me, it is NOT your time.
– ATLAS: the god who carried the weight of the world. ATLAS: a map that helps you figure it all out. –
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Hurting and Healing
Why is it that whenever I’m breaking down I work extra hard to convince those around me that nothing is going on? Who taught us to roam alone in the night searching for the next dawn? Who taught us to smile when it aches and to laugh when everything is wrong? Who taught us we are better off alone when all we really need is a comforting hand to hold?
I’m over it. I’m hurting. I’m tired. I’ve reached my limit. I’m done with these boundaries. So please, if you can find the same ache and courage in your soul, please, come hurt with me.
They say, whoever you think of when you stand in front of the ocean is the one you love. For a week I stood there. The sand reminded me of your skin. The sun, your smile. And the stars, your eyes. For a week I stood in front of all these beaches of different names, but I only read yours on every wave. No matter how far I sunk, or miles I overcame, or how restless I became, I stood in front of the ocean and I could not shake away the thought of you. I’m not sure if that means something is incredibly wrong with me, or something is perfectly right with you.
High Regards
“You don’t know this but, when I talk to others and speak of you, they look at me like they could fall for you too.”
Sunshine
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