It’s Amazing How, When You Let Yourself Feel Empty, The Universe Rushes To Fill You Back Up.

{ IF }

If you are the sky, let me fly. If you are the wind, let me in. If you are a bird, soaring upward, I’ll be your cloud, without a doubt. If I am the moon, a white balloon; you’ll be the sea — you mirror me. If you are the rainbow I always follow, I’ll be the sun, your only one.

Oh. Okay. No more pretty leaf for me then…

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Demons within an angel

With tears streaming down her face, she grips my shirt with the last of her strength. In that moment, I had never seen eyes that looked so tired, so devoid of hope. “I can’t keep doing this… I don’t have it in me to keep going on” she whispers, crying into my chest. All of time seemed to slow to a near stand still while I tried to keep the one thing that gave me purpose from giving up on herself. “Fix me. Please don’t let me stay broken. Fix me. I don’t want to be broken. Fix me. Fix me” she repeated like a mantra, almost like it was the only way she kept her sanity. I held her, trying to soothe and silence the demons within this angel. Nothing could be heard by my ears except her now painfully quiet sobs and the screaming voice begging to be heard. The voice that stood alone, screaming at the top of its lungs. Only a single voice that howled, “I’m broken too”.

i’m using rebecca’s cats again