Just a little empty joke and it comes rushing back. Not even slowly, but recklessly swift with a promise that it’ll hit every corner of my fragile side.
And then I hear it, that satisfied, vicious laugh for it got its desired effect again. And my heart, oh, that poor little thing, it can’t even do something, anything, though it has been yearning to jump off my chest and run away from it all.
It’s always like that–I get long moments of bliss, then one day, it’ll suddenly slap me. Hard. Hard and proud.
It’ll happen again in the next days. It will.
When will this end, this fluctuation of emotions?
Stop… Stop… Stop…
Pain is vital, but I don’t want even a single thing about this anymore.
In time, I’ll be able to stand up. And when I do, I’ll be taller and definitely stronger than before.
Words, thoughts, and feelings, out of the mind
"Faith is to believe what you do not see, and the reward of this faith is to see what you believed." - St. Augustine
i'll reach for the skies when i find my arms
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