Saturated in numb calming days. I feel boiling warmth of heart wrapping around my neck and ankles and little sleep weasels its’ way into my night and I don’t try and fight it, I just let it enter.
And my broken spirit are the stones I walk on, as I try and regain some sort of composure. I know I believe in it. But it almost seems untangible. That even the times I feel close to reaching for it, it vanishes and leaves me more discouraged.
This is the most beautiful and treachorous and love filled and hurt induced ship i’m on. Finding that balance isn’t too tricky, it’s getting all the componenets and factors lined up.