Even in the most unhappiest of times in my life. I’ve never been so unhappy with the way I accept the things that I do. It’s not going to be like that anymore. I demand to be respected, loved, cared for/about, for the sake of my inner peace.
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for a moment that we’re not alone.” - Orson Welles
I unraveled, thread by trembling thread, but wove her a world without the weight. I fell through cracks she would never feel, carrying storms in my chest so she could dance in clear skies. I broke beautifully — so she could bloom.
Here I am in the same predicament. As if I never spiraled downwards, as if I didn’t make major life decisions, as if I didn’t go through major life events, you speak, and just like that, my entire body responds, like it was eager to be watered by you, the wrong person.
Life is easier than our minds make it to be. I am happy to no longer be a part of many people’s lives anymore, choices I’ve made that gave me the option to continue relationships with people, or move on from them. I chose to move on.