I’m accepting, happy while appreciating being sad. What a confusing tincture, baffling bunch of emotions.
I’m laughing. I’m crying. I’m scripting quotes and words aloud, repeating them in desperate hope that they’ll make a difference.
My spirit needs something more, knowing I will be greater. I don’t want to triumph over weak borders and glass bridges.
With practice and time, I will over come my madness, the blessings and inflictions left by this human connection.
With practice and time, I’ll grow wiser, breaking those borders and crossing over glass bridges, coming back and making them stronger.




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