Perhaps it isn't age or the years....
Change occurs and perspectives shift when the pain is too deep to continue. Silence is suddenly your best friend and your mind, your best kept secret. I always thought that in order to survive, you needed to let it all out. That the world needed to hear your cry and the waves needed to feel the aching sorrow. Time has taught me otherwise.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 5:24 AM UTC
Perhaps it isn't age or the years....
Change occurs and perspectives shift when the pain is too deep to continue. Silence is suddenly your best friend and your mind, your best kept secret. I always thought that in order to survive, you needed to let it all out. That the world needed to hear your cry and the waves needed to feel the aching sorrow. Time has taught me otherwise.
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