i admire those who aren’t afraid to admit they’re a little out of their head, this world is maddening after all. we’re each made up of our own little tragedies; the time we wasted, the people we miss, that chance we never took, the goodbye we forgot to say. i think it takes a great deal of madness to say, to hell with it, maybe you have to be a little crazy to survive.
There is a lifetime of stories trapped in an hourglass, instead of burying who you are beneath the sand, let a few grains slip through the cracks and allow flowers to grow. Others' may live small lives, but not you. You are a rose bouquet in a snow globe, eloquent and unique.
These are stories only you have to tell, because there is no one who looks at the world in the way you do. There is no one else who listens to the whispers tucked in a soft breeze or understands the wilting petals whimpering. There is no one who feels the earth in the way you do.
You are the one.
In the midst of everything, in the midst of all this anguish , in the midst of all the misery, you, my beloved, are my moment of peace.
I want so many things from this life but most of all, I want you, just you. Let me love you in ways that make saints blush and heathens jealous.
From the depths of my heart to the depths of yours.
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