fall will come again
and this time I will not be in a hospital bed
and I will not be waken up at 5am just to be put under for ect treatments, wishing I won't wake up
the air is gonna be thin and free
and the cloud will protect me and the rain will wet my eyes
not my tears
maybe if i keep everything sealed and precious it will stay unchanging
your only job on this earth is to be so intrinsically yourself that the right people gravitate toward you and the wrong people move out of your way
don’t know what’s real or fake …
@lostfwn
Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, dated 4 February 1929
Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet
"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out