I want to write about broken hearts. Their capability to make bright eyes sink and how a sunny summer day could feel like a cold winter night. Though we have coming things, aspirations, dreams for the world, but the inifinite sensation of crippling anxiety takes in, and again— you’re lost. Back to zero. As if you did not make the initiative to sew all the broken pieces of yourself back together. Some days, we’ll just have to let our heart pound, feel our legs burn, and run. See all those people knocking on doors and trying to embrace new chances, while others letting the waves crash against their legs until they let the water finally envelope them. The heart is such a complex thing, really. But again, everything can be healed; By the little things like listenting to an acoustic cover of your favorite song or the hand intertwined with yours as you let all the tears fall. Without you knowing, your heart— that is as big as my universe and your eyes— that resembles the brightest star, could be healed and loved back to life.
—e.e
