A pesar de que te abandoné por distracciones, seguiste a mi lado, aguardando por mí... ¿De qué está hecho tu corazón que ama desinteresado y libre? Mientras el mío se acongoja cuando, simplemente, cree que hace el amor.
Even though I abandoned you for distractions, you remained by my side, waiting for me.... What is your heart made of that loves selflessly and freely? While mine grieves when it simply thinks it is making love.
“All of us fight hidden, silent battles against not being good enough, not having enough and not belonging enough.”
— Brené Brown
no offense but can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars oh i could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
All of our bookmarked hearts
stay silent, tucked away within
the pages and resting, content
with all the words that cradle, soft.
~K.T.
i am going to check the despair. i am on this earth to read the poems my friends write and to fall in love w songs i hear through those i love and listen to my siblings thunderclap of wild laughter from the other room and crunch frost-bitten grass beneath my feet and watch pigeons jauntily flocking in and out of derelict windows and count dust motes in a shaft of early morning light in midwinter and and and and and. goodnight.
I know I don't say it enough and we joke about depression and how loneliness is eating up our lives, but it will be okay. I promise you it will.
Like the sunflowers shining up to the sun,
Or a bushfull of roses in bloom.
Like the dandelions dispersed and all done,
Or an open lotus under the moon...
One day I shall also grow and bloom.
— Petros Duryan, Little Gifts
Do Angels Exist? A Google Search a Week off Antipsychotics, Dante Émile