The hardest part of life I’ve come to understand is realizing how much power and how little power you have. To change homes, feelings, people and the loss and longing of finding out things will not change back with you when you’ve found yourself far from home, alone, wishing so bad you had back what you threw away in pursuit of happiness, something better or unusual. The bitter taste of regret. You’ve dug your grave and now you will die in it. “I need you back” has the consistency of running water.
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 8:49 PM UTC
The hardest part of life I’ve come to understand is realizing how much power and how little power you have. To change homes, feelings, people and the loss and longing of finding out things will not change back with you when you’ve found yourself far from home, alone, wishing so bad you had back what you threw away in pursuit of happiness, something better or unusual. The bitter taste of regret. You’ve dug your grave and now you will die in it. “I need you back” has the consistency of running water.
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