Harmony

it is impossible to unlace my heartstrings from yours how do I untangle a connection authored by the stars?

a three-word question who are you? it is so easy for me. [...] i am everything i love and that is enough

things you should do more often: share your feelings, go on walks, listen, say i love you, give without the expectation of return, ask your grandparents to tell you stories of their life, smile at strangers, appreciate the little things, have deep conversations, compliment others on their personality not just their appearance, spend more time outside, look at the sky, forgive, write letters, laugh, hug, read poetry

dear peter pan, i’m not sure i believe in neverland anymore but sometimes late at night i open my window and i’m certain that if i jumped i could fly away

sometimes you try your hardest you do all the right things you drink your water you exercise you go outside but something inside of you still feels dark ~there isn’t a formula for healing

i am fully submerged in water and everyone keeps asking if i need any help can’t they see i can’t speak underwater i can’t even breathe

little one, you built a sandcastle on the beach you didn’t worry about the tide washing it away i envy you a bit what is it like to create so carelessly? what is it like to assume everything will stay? what is it like not to worry that a change in the tide might take everything you love away?

i miss the way the stars looked reflected in your eyes i have never seen a more worthy mirror for infinity than you

dear peter pan, i leave my window open every night in case you ever want to fly inside

death is a villain that doesn’t ever take one victim at a time when they buried your heart in the dirt they also buried mine

i cannot wait for the beautiful life you are going to live.

love is understanding that this is all going to end but choosing to stay until it does

who are you if you’re not at war with something? who are you when you’re living not just trying to survive?

little one, how long has it been since anyone has held you, like really held you?

i’m afraid i’m the girl that your mother warned you about. the kind who is a little too damaged to love. the kind that you can tell will break your heart before you’ve gotten the chance to learn her middle name. i am the result of too many closed doors, too many goodbyes, too many tattoos for people who have died. i am nothing if not self-aware but being aware of my tendency to run away from love doesn’t make me any less likely to panic the instant you try to get close. i won’t stand in your way, but one day you will find out that i’m the girl your mother warned you about.

i’m not trying to hurt people but there’s a war inside my brain so whenever someone gets too close they intercept some of my pain ~i’m sorry

how i felt: i am so deeply unwell that i don’t know how to say it in a way that you will understand. what i said: i’m fine.

i’m suffocating under the weight of the words i didn’t say and the love i didn’t give ~regret

will i ever be able to forgive myself for living when you’re not here?

how do you know she is your person?” “because when i want to run away, she is who i’m running toward.

i have always loved the way music could make the world feel like it doesn’t exist as if suddenly all my fears are swept away who knew that there are people out there who could make me feel the same way

they say when you grow up in a burning house you think the whole world is on fire. i didn’t grow up in a burning house. i grew up in a house where we hid the fire. i grew up in a house where everyone was secretly burning on the inside, but we didn’t dare speak of it. i grew up in a house where we wore our armor like a badge of honor and pretended that nothing ever hurt us.

healing requires visiting versions of your past self and treating them with kindness.