
Sometimes my heart speaks - and at these times I write, I write with a furiosity and a rapidity in an outpouring of emotion and words and metaphors all tangled up in each other.
I write to live - I live through writing. These words, they help me to make sense of the world.
Someday I will find what I seek.
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- Galway Kinnell (via runawaytrain)
I would love to bubble-wrap my heart and stow it away, would love to bottle this misery and watch it dissipate; would infinitely prefer having nothing at all than constantly thinking things will change. It is the expectations that kill me from inside, not the wait.
You only remember being lonely at night, when the world has fallen asleep, when it could care less if you were awake or alive. You only talk when there is no one left to listen. Does that make it easier on you? It doesn’t seem to work for me. I don’t know what works any more. I thought I could, but apparently I can’t. I keep telling myself I haven’t made it this far without being capable alone, but this form of being alone is harder to swallow when you think you have people to talk to, realizing you can’t. It would be so much easier on the heart not knowing.