thoughts

you are most certainly not the first and most probably won't be the last because my brain takes pleasure out of jumping in too fast, creating unrealistic tales full of loyalty and persistence...you know with lovers that have a little substance, but really only i hold these qualities close to the heart and so i've actually become accustomed to being pulled apart and that's just fine, that's alright because with each break up i loosen my grip each time therefore no more molding another's palm to fit mine.

i have given up giving up and so now my only option is to survive, survive through any amount of pain and thrive. stay alive and thrive! you have no choice! to keep your heart beating is having your own voice. breathing, beating and succeeding is a blessing in itself; lying in a grave won't get you any help.

no one is as they seem so please don't make gold dust of what you perceive because then you will have created your own recipe for grief.

thank you, universe