i feel like it’s rattling my bones and kicking and screaming and willing itself out of me, wishing to prevent what upsets it so (…)

i have never felt comfortable the way i am. it is easier for me to find beauty in others and then emulate that. is the world a better place when we are who we are not? is it time to stop wishing and time to start believing? entrusting ourselves might be the only way we will ever be still in this world.

@2 years ago