maybe i don't know much, but i do know about the fires inside of me urging to be extinguished.
they feel much larger than i am.
they scream for any means of relief.
so heavy they might as well be an extra limb.
the human heart has unique versatility of loving so hard, feeling so deeply, but also experiencing so much ******* pain.
whether it be anger
resentment
or just outright sadness,
in whatever form it manifests, it's loss.
your sanity, a person, your equilibrium.
in whichever way you grieve, a loss is a loss.
but, you've got to hold on, my love.
human beings are crafted far too beautifully to fall short of anything but going down swining.
i bear witness to the flames turning into smouldering reminders that the world is so **** tough.
but when relief comes, it comes.
it doesn't feel much like it now, but the darkness does subside.
in the same way that the earth begins to repair itself after all of this devastation, you too can be begin again.

- show me a map of the battle wounds, but markers on the places that cut the deepest.
-don't cry anger, or pity, or knives. just cry.