Hello, stranger

Back to basics

I don’t think I can be here, or anywhere anymore. Don’t wait up, because I don’t know when and if I’ll return… Time to go back to pen and paper.

Wish I could eat your sadness

What you’ll never know is that every time I hang up, the tears that threaten to fall start making their way down my face. The words that I want to say clot on my tongue and never leave my mouth. 

Of course you’re not someone I’d let go of so easily. If we could go back to the way we were a year ago, I’d fall back into your arms in a heartbeat. But we both know that things have fundamentally changed.

So I’ll spend the rest of tonight crying, because it’s alright to cry. It’s alright to cry about something I’ve lost along the way, something I know I’ll never get back.

In repair

Tonight, the fireplace in my heart warmed me on the inside. I am slowly rebuilding a home in my heart, over the ruins of the previous house that fell on itself like a house of cards in a hurricane. 

Time to let some light in.

Typing without backspacing

The air drips of hope as morning slowly flows in, while raindrops form an intricate melody… I am typing in complete darkness, with my only source of light coming from the laptop screen. Yet there is something about the rain outside, my sister’s breathing, and the (almost) lack of light that comforts me and warms me on the inside.

I have started caring for myself in more ways than one. It feels good to realise that I am in repair. My heart has the capacity to contain so much more than I thought. There is a way to be good again.

I think I’m going to bed tonight with a smile on my face and new found lightness.

Have a gorgeous rest-of-the-week ahead, world. xx