there’s the kind of sadness we ignore and try to get rid of it by finding new things to do or we find someone to talk to by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation about feeling sad about having any feelings at all and then there’s that kind of sadness that takes over and it consumes any activity we do we know it’s there and there’s no possible way to avoid it so we feed it exactly what it wants it craves the sad music it craves the isolation it craves the anxiousness and the sadness comes storming in it has no manners here we are calling sadness, an “it” when all it is is a feeling that most people call home
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
And just when I Thought the room Was empty, They stripped the Floorboards and Celings Until the lone Light bulb Swung naked From rafters And I truly had Nothing left.
I try to scream for help But I can’t It feels like claws are running up and down my throat Suffocating me making me unable to even let out a sob So I just sit there in silence Not being able to breathe Not moving a muscle
The sun and moon sharing the sky Their love radiating from opposite edges of life's greatest masterpiece
When looking up at the amazing beauty of the sun and moon out at the same time on opposite sides of the sky. There is nothing more powerful than that connection.