Soft in the Middle

by Shelby Eileen

I hate feeling those things again. I hate realizing that I was wrong. I didn’t move on. Those feelings were just frozen and now they’re thawing; spilling and messy; staining and toxic; harsh and hollow.

I’m just trying to figure out how to remain soft in a world that only knows how to be hard

I think people are like stories and when they write you into their lives that’s something to be thankful for even if it’s just for a chapter I’m so glad to have pages with your smile on them