Keep the flow going. You got it.
Still being broken by you. But I don’t know why.
Because someone else put me back together.
But then you came along again. & You broke me even more.
I tend to forget about you at times.
Then I realize their will be the time to come.
& That time came.
It came, with all this pain.
Pain that I can’t describe in words.
But it’s still here.
& I don’t know how to get rid of it.
I wanted nothing more than to be loved.
To be known and to be respected.
To be treated less like a monster—
—and more like a human.
& its broken again.
but what will happen now?
its exactly the same as the last round.
but is it going to end this time?
slowly its going.. If you pay attention its still moving
but it just has no use.
no use for anything.
I used to look down on smokers
and the ignorant
but I’ve recently realized that the choice wasn’t made for the hazard to health
or for the pleasure
it was for the escape.
Sometimes we need to lose ourselves in order to stumble upon the path to find ourselves. Sometimes we need to let go, move on, and unravel the unknown. Sometimes what we’re looking for is right under our nose, in the journey, in the search, and not in the distance, the destination, the end. Sometimes it’s about discovering the perfections in the imperfections, being disconnected and finding a connection. Sometimes we need to feel like we’re dying so we could finally feel alive. And perhaps it’s about learning what I could never learn from anyone other than you, even though as much as I would like to, I can’t be with you.
WHY NOW. not now.. to much.. no…