Kurt Vonnegut, From Mother Night; "Chapter Six Hundred & Fourty Three,"

“How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind.”

— Anne Carson, from Decreation; Lines.

Dear September,

I hope you will be kind, would you please leave the bad behind. Each month I ask the same, to others of a different name. But I have a feeling that you, september, will grant my request, just let this month be one of peace, one of the best, I'll figure out the rest.

Kind Regards, someone living life with hope and a tired heart.

"Bare your soul to me"

-Janet Suhh

Andrea Gibson

Will I be too needy and greedy

to be asking for a 50mint long hug?

Cause, I want to be swallowed by the

feeling of warmth in my body

I can feel my heart turning to a stone

Everytime I run towards love, i could

feel my stone cold heart knocking

against my rib cage

it breaks my bones

it hurts a lot

and sit still for a while

until it goes away.

Until I meet someone new

who again makes me want to feel

embrace the warmth.

But the cycle continues.

Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.

Its so offensive to see other live the life you've prayed for. That feeling is so raw, like I see that there might be some god up there and he definitely has some favorites.

it always came down to this, since the very beginning of time but if we keep wanting it, we're told it's pathetic, by the time we act tough, it might be gone. fools.

E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

🧿

good things will happen 💫

things that are meant to be will fall into place 💫

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath