How many almosts and goodbyes are there in a lifetime? Life is too short they always say, so live it to the fullest. But each silent farewell kills me a little inside. You don’t know how many times I’ve died in this lifetime.
How many laughs will escape my lips, how many I love you’s shall I say in my one lifetime? Because every time I do, I remember to breathe and from death of a thousand cuts, I begin to heal.
a feeling i once thought was lost, is blooming in me just as though i’m a flower in a spring. reborn again, loving myself again, and again and again choosing me. sprouting up from the seeds and nurturing my needs. as the grass starts growing and there’s blooming in the trees.
i'm at war. but how do i fight my own demons? how can i pull myself down, when they push me above. above my conscious layer, in the ego is where they thrive. if i can submerge into the subconscious, if my will aids my side, i will fight and i will survive.