A hearts broken over here. Over there too. Why are people so broken. I am filled with life. But they never seem to heal. They prefer to stay broken. Stay picking at the scab that's barely there. Like they're proud that they're so empty. They've achieved maximum sadness and are hanging on by a thread. Like it's the greatest down there, and they don't want to be anywhere else.

So please dabble in people, helping them off the ground. Care about the others that seem so far away. The people who you have to stretch for to reach them. Because not only will you help them, but you will feel full too.