oh, thank you. “soft and violently truthful” is what i hope to create, it’s what i hope my words will embody. thank you.
september was rebuilding the
wreckage from the storm
with two good hands
and desire settling in my heart.
there is tenderness
in the way flowers still grow
in cracked sidewalks.
there is bravery in standing
in the belly of a cloud
with nothing but the wind
howling in your chest
to keep you moving forward.
mmm there is something so honest about those words. thank you for thinking of me!!
stay away from people who give out bad vibes
i do, my love, and i hope they can help your friends feel a little less alone: typewriter series #136 / these are trying times / typewriter series #134 / typewriter series #93 / the unspoken truth about why i let you break me / typewriter series #85 / what did you find in the wreckage / typewriter series #81
i am so glad to exist in the same universe and at the same time as all of you, the softness and bravery you hold in your hearts makes me believe in everything a little more.
you can only hold in so much for so long before you become heavy, before you embody every angry thought and feeling you have stored inside of you. you are under no obligation to carry the weight of the world. shout into the void, let the clouds carry the storm, play angry music on full volume, break something inanimate. you’ve got to let it out because you’ll feel lighter by the end of it, and if worse comes to worst, you’ve got to believe you can rebuild yourself. call it growth, call it starting over, call it whatever you want. it’ll be okay, i love you, it’ll be okay.
today i am an incomplete circle. something almost there but not quite not just yet. today i lost my voice in the wind. somewhere between the moment i woke up and breakfast. there’s no softness in me left. i’m all harsh light and sharp edges. every gentle touch turns out to scar. there’s an angry storm in my chest that stings and makes me hate everything i have ever loved. tonight i have stopped trusting the stars. tonight they’re just dots. it’s all heavy heavy heavy. but tomorrow. maybe tomorrow. remember lightly my darling. lightly lightly lightly.
I’M SEEING THE SAME THINGS ALL OVER / I’M IN NEED OF A NEW PERSPECTIVE / I’M IN NEED OF A DIFFERENT KIND OF LIGHT