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Freedom.

Empty fields, growing grass, and sprouting weeds. The freedom of the weeds is inspiring. Nothing holding them back, no groundskeepers spraying anti-**** spray or ripping their world apart at the roots.

The freedom to grow.

Free to grow however they please; however God intended them to grow.

There's no inhibitors. Just freedom.
As the clock ticks
seconds,
minutes,
and eventually hours all pass by.
I lie in my bed
wishing to dream dreams with happy endings.
unfortunately,
I am incapable of such dreams.
Maybe

Just, maybe

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I fall too easily and crash too hard.

Maybe I have a sad soul, and maybe I have a dull future.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm lonely, and maybe I'm scared.

Maybe my life is in pieces.

Maybe your words internally killed me.

Maybe we were never meant to be.

But maybe, just maybe, you're everything I ever wanted.

SS
Most days I find myself wishing I held the key to happiness.  But as I continue in my journey, I'm finding that there is no single key. Everyone's lock is different. Ones lock might be a grudge they've held on to for much too long, or a fear they aren't able to overcome.
except from a book I'll probably never finish
Time changes everything. I’m not going to say that time heals everything, because it doesn’t. Some things never heal.

Have you ever been so broken down that you feel like you’ll never recover? I wish I was here to tell you that you’re wrong.

Life doesn’t wait for anyone. It moves at it’s own pace, throwing obstacles at anyone it pleases. Life is a cruel, nasty, beautiful disaster.

At some point, you have to realize that wishing things were different won’t make them different! You have to realize that moping around hoping someone will come save you is a waste of time because no one can save you.

Only you can save yourself.

So stop waiting for life to come back and pick you up. Pick yourself up off the ground and chase after your life.
During your race to catch up with life, that’s when you’ll come across more hardships. You have to push through them with more force than you think you even have. Keep pushing forward until you’ve caught up with your life.
Now look at your body. Does it look the same as when you started your race? Do you have more or less bruises, scars or burns? The answer is no. You aren’t the same as when you left. But the time that it took you to catch up with your life didn’t “heal” you. Time doesn’t heal anything. Time only changes things.

The time that you took to find your life again, it was changing you, not healing you. You will always have those dark thoughts, the ugly scar from when you fell off the tree, or the memories of your best friend kissing your boyfriend. But those past experiences have shaped you, molded you into the person you’re supposed to be. If time “healed” you, you wouldn’t be you.

-s.s
While deep in my slumber my unconscious thoughts, they quietly await. They creep and they sneak and they prowl and they growl.
They never let me forget the hideous life I once lived.
Midway into my day, my terrifying memories, they force themselves back to a place I can't fight.
They're in my head, demanding the attention I can't bear to give them.
There's no way to repress them, they're all-too real.
For once they are there, there's no going back.
old piece I found in my notes

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