There are things in this world that we suffer from. Things that set the wheels in motions, and tangle up our insides. There are people that we love so fuckin much that it kills us to even dream of what their reality could be. We spend our days hoping that it will all turn out alright, but never really trusting that it will. We suffer from ourselves. From the exposed nerve in the back of our brain that senses danger in its most innocent of forms.We are human.
You my dear, I love you. You know all of the truth you carry deep within you. You have mastered in your lifetime how to feel so many things, yet feel absolutely nothing at all. What a beautiful tragedy to be able to have numbed ourselves unapologetically for years. To be so far removed from life that we are unable to feel even happiness correctly. We thought we were safe.
I know that in your life today " You see demons." I know that the reality is still far worse than the fantasy most days. It was easier to be a moth on a flame than a fly on the wall. Although the truth may be hard. I will never deny you the ability to feel the pain. To feel anything at all. If it hurts I know I'm trying, and if it burns than I know i'm still alive.
"This burn in me is the coolest thing that i've ever felt..."
I want you to hate the uncomfortability. I want you to love the fact that your just a whole regular sobby emotion infested individual. To hell with whats happening. I am so grateful that you can feel anything at all.
Today we trust. Today we grow.
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