this may come as a surprise to you, but the world doesn't owe you anything. everything you've been through and everything you're going through and everything you are about to go through is not anyone else's obligation to mend. it's upsetting, i know. it's a tragedy to think how lonely we are, clusters of humans thrown together in piles and all we do is fear each other. don't get too close, don't find me here, don't find me here beneath the bodies and the breathing and the numb limbs with false pulses. but you always get caught. your teeth snap and your lungs fight a battle like no other, but no one is flinching. it's infuriating you. why can't someone else take the pieces that you've picked apart and just place them back together again? why can't it ever be that easy? you'll find someone, you will. you'll find someone who will be desperately eager to take all your blacks and blues and make them milky again. you'll be propelled into a light like no other after every single time your body manages to become neck-deep in soil and it will be with a swiftness that chaos dissolves and drains from your pores. energy will be floating again and you'll see that the pieces were so very easy to put together this entire time, you just needed another pair of eyes to really want to see it, and that's okay - we all do.
but until that happens, learn to behave.
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