it’s weird how my brain gets really numb sometimes, and I can’t think of anything else to say because I just don’t want to speak for days.

it seems that I am at my saddest when I allow hope to rise inside of me. like helium,  already lacking a positive charge.

the only real life we have is the one we live day to day, not the imagining in our minds, or the years ahead. and still, knowing this, we swallow daydreams as thick as viscous lidocaine, numbing our very essence, and dreaming of someday.

Learning to accept my own internal chaos has allowed me peace, and the ability to compassionately understand others’.

I never bought into balance, until i realized I’d spent my entire life trying to do it for everyone else, and that the scales were real, and mine was terribly weighted.