I haven’t found you yet,
But even now my heart sighs in contentment,
Knowing that one day,
Our souls will collide,
And at last,
I will no longer see this world in blurry hues of grey
T.M
I haven’t found you yet,
But even now my heart sighs in contentment,
Knowing that one day,
Our souls will collide,
And at last,
I will no longer see this world in blurry hues of grey
T.M
I would bathe the world in the blood of angels, I would keep you from the hell that chose you
T.M
People always talk about the path to recovery. How it’s a difficult road full of “ups and downs”. That recovery and healing is not linear… That it takes time.
I often find myself wondering just how much longer will I have to travel this treacherous path?
This path of loneliness and longing, of heartache, and of halfway healing. On this path I am continuously conflicted. I feel like a fraud when I can breathe “normally”, when every breath seems like a new opportunity to love and to live. It feels as though, in these moments I am another, I am cured.
These moments are without doubt, the worse part. The fall from this height is agony.
I know in my head that life cannot be as simple as a life altering moment where I am miraculously healed. Unfortunately, my heart can’t quite get the message.
I’ve lost count of how many moments I’ve felt like this. I know that it feels as if it’s been enough to last a lifetime, and a day.
T.M
The human heart continues to amaze me,
For how many times it breaks but still beats
T.M
I am frozen by my own inability to move, for fear of moving in the wrong direction. When in reality I often forget that ‘wrong’ and ‘right’ are of my own making. I bring meaning to these judgements, these judgements do not bring meaning to me.
T.M
Once again I am here, at the precipice of longing to belong, or fading into eternity. It seems as though I may belong here, at this edge, as I am here more times than I am anywhere else. Yet I cannot find comfort in this place, instead, torment haunts me as if it were my own shadow. It clings to me, never out of sight even in the times of light.
T.M