You saved yourself again. You almost drowned, but in the end, you swam. You pulled yourself out before the murk closed in. Though it hurt a lot, you found your strength. When the breaking begins again, you will find your footing and move ahead. Your heart may be weary, but you will find your strength. …
You carry the world on your shoulders, yet you stand so tall. When the world gets you down You shove it all, and you keep on moving. So tall, you stand so tall. You see the light when the rain falls, You see the light behind the clouds. And even with broken wings, oh, you …
It’s okay to not be okay. I say that over and over again. But what does ‘Okay’ feel like? Perhaps my conception of ‘okay’ is tainted by what the world has told me is ‘okay.’ What if ‘okay’ is this moment? What if ‘okay’ is not even relevant? The only thing that is real is …