it's march. i open the window and spring floats in, kisses me on the nose. I have waited so longโ and now the sun is washing the world in yellow, and now the seeds sprout green in the dirt, and now the trees are budding and ready to bloomโ and it was all so worth it.
guiltโridden and almost angry. there's always anger lurking beneath my skin: envy and jealousy and whyโnotโme's. sometimes mellowed, sometimes the hearth's calm flame, but always burning. it's the only warmth i've ever had to cling to.
brave soul, don't forget that you have survived every onslaught of darkness and fought through hell to get here. you are stronger than you give yourself credit for.
ใ คใ คunderneath at all weโre just ๐๐ฐ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ ,
ใ คใ คhidden behind shirts , ties and marriages
ใ คใ คtruth is in us all , cradle to the grave
ใ คใ คweโre just animals still learning to behave .
i would have you use me as your stepping stone, the bridge you burn after crossing, the corpse bones you need to trample to climb up, the sinner who deserved the butchering of a million knives. but i know you wouldnโt allow it.