Write here, and write away the careless sighs in your story of devastation. You could do away with a little less on your shoulders now. And along with these words, take your long pauses of thought as your weapon of choice. Breathe. You could do with some fresh air to fill your chest too. Fold your eyes with paperless white and empty sounds and dance it away. It isn't about how foolish you are, or how afraid you have been all this time. Remember "defeat" and "failure"? Your fears are beginning to define you now. This weakened mind, was the choice you chose. Look at the plans you have inscribed in your palms, why have you strayed so far from it?
Fill these spaces, and bring these words the illuminating color it lacks, deserves. And while you're at it, forget not the very words that have been thrown at you when you were 16. Those condescending words that hurt too much, for far too long. Forget not, the reasons why you stopped trying. Stop eradicating what scares you most because in all shameless honesty, only cowards live for that. Will you always remain a glass filled to the brim with endless drops of denial or are you ready to take the next big jump to truth?
Speak a little less, try a little more.
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