in youth you lie to yourself about everything that's happening around you and to you, because you have to. Because they can't see you broken. Because they will smell the hope bleeding out of you.
you tell yourself lies and fly too close to the sun. And the wax of your wings starts to melt. And you fall. You fall all the way down. And the hope you've been bleeding out slowly comes out of you in a flood. And you lie there broken, waiting for the minotaurs to feast on your carcass.
but, if you're lucky, a hero comes and chases off the monsters. And she lifts you up. And she carries you for a while. And you mend. And the bleeding stops. And the sunlight pours more hope into you than what you had lost.
and you're no longer youthful, but hopeful and wise. Because you were broken. Because you are broken no longer. Because there's gold in your scars. And hope shines.
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 6:55 AM UTC
in youth you lie to yourself about everything that's happening around you and to you, because you have to. Because they can't see you broken. Because they will smell the hope bleeding out of you.
you tell yourself lies and fly too close to the sun. And the wax of your wings starts to melt. And you fall. You fall all the way down. And the hope you've been bleeding out slowly comes out of you in a flood. And you lie there broken, waiting for the minotaurs to feast on your carcass.
but, if you're lucky, a hero comes and chases off the monsters. And she lifts you up. And she carries you for a while. And you mend. And the bleeding stops. And the sunlight pours more hope into you than what you had lost.
and you're no longer youthful, but hopeful and wise. Because you were broken. Because you are broken no longer. Because there's gold in your scars. And hope shines.
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