You stay safe, You love. You survive. You laugh and cry and struggle and sometimes you fail and sometimes you succeed. You Push.
I don't understand how I can know so little about love and how it works. How I can be so bad at it when it's all I've ever wanted. All I've ever known is about leaving or being left.
I realize that life is risks. Itβs acknowledging the past but looking forward. Itβs taking a chance that we will make mistakes but believing that we all deserve to be forgiven.
Life is life. You choose to live it or you do not.
You're stubborn- anyone ever tell you that before?
There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn't old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh.
The living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty.
