All Of Your Words Are Empty White Shells
What happens if we aren’t each other’s people
What happens if I hurt you?
What happens if the distance is too hard?
What happens if we aren’t each other’s people
What happens if I hurt you?
What happens if the distance is too hard?
I know you are tired. Tired of feeling so heavy. It takes amazing strength and courage to wake up every day and do it again. There is a Universe of love waiting to share her light with you. Let a little in today and know that we are here.
Poets are cowards who turn both strength and weakness into a dance, heart ache into independence, loneliness into courage.
Just be in it — alone. Don’t ask for permission, validation, feedback, just sit in it and see how it makes you feel.
To the media and advertising and people who are still living thinking men need to live up to the masochistic versions that we have all but retired, I hope you wake up.