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240 pages, Paperback
Published March 5, 2019
Don’t lose yourself
looking for love inside
of someone else.
If you lose yourself,
no one else’s love will
make you feel whole or
found or
home.
I just want to breathe, and I am gasping for air, but my lungs feel too small. I guess that is what happens when your lungs enter survival mode- They breathe only as much as they need to stay alive.
You seek pain as if it's going to save you. You dip into sadness as if it's going to bring you joy. You expect that loving the night will make your days better, and that loving the rain will make the shine brighter. You expect that diving into the ocean will get you to the shore of sanity faster.
You can't erase what happened to you, but you can choose to put it behind you, under your feet, and rise like the hero you are.
“I will not thank you for this pain.
I will not thank you for this description.
But I will thank you for this lesson:
My demolition might not be in my hands but my reconstruction is.”
For every broken soul,
there is a
once upon a happy soul.
My hands melted into my face,
and all of my words transformed
into action.
Excuse me, sir.
My body is not a place for your conquest.
(...)
I carry with my body
the cities of the world.
I have, carved, on my body
streets that you want me to hide
because you see them as scars.