Why do I allow myself to stress the way I do.
Why do I need to be perfect for...anybody?
It feels good though.
To be able to communicate after feeling like my tongue is stuck to the top of my mouth.
To be able to look past and through and figure out what that really meant. What it means to not only me, but him. Because it means something and it's not all about me, or even partly. And I'm still here, hurting a little, and wondering what to do with some of my doubts, but ultimately-
i feel closer. and it's good to see a human be a human and me be okay with that.
humans being humans and souls existing in life
corpse.
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