The smell of cigarettes haunts me. Though I don't want it to. I didn't want any of the things that happened. But I have no choice. Except to survive. And I have.
It started this time last year. The fall. And I'm not talking about the season.
Did you know that insecure people project their insecurities on to others??? It seems impossible to the insecure that anyone could be better. Stronger. But it is possible. I exist, don't I???
Not even arrows can kill my spirit. Not the death of my child. Not loneliness. Not homelessness. Not joblessness. Not debt. Not anger. Not grief. Nothing and no one can change who I am. That's why so many try. Because it seems impossible in a world full of frightened, empty people, that I--a woman no less--will stand up when everyone else is busy looking for a chair.
Sometimes, I wish my wings were physical instead of long, gray shadows that drag on the floor behind me as I walk. For, if they were, I could show you how I soar. High above. I touch the wispy clouds with the tops of my wings and a little piece of celestial cotton catches, follows, then disappears.
Can you do that? Touch heaven???
You want to. But envy lives where faith should be. Which is why you were so arrogant. Arrogance just covers up insecurity. You have no faith. Though physically strong, you're weak otherwise. There's no nice way to say that--sorry. You're just afraid. You should be. I know the truth. The only one who does. Besides you, that is.
The truth doesn't win many fans. That's left to lies. Pretty ones. Lies like, "I love you."
#WithOrWithoutYou
It started this time last year. The fall. And I'm not talking about the season.
Did you know that insecure people project their insecurities on to others??? It seems impossible to the insecure that anyone could be better. Stronger. But it is possible. I exist, don't I???
Not even arrows can kill my spirit. Not the death of my child. Not loneliness. Not homelessness. Not joblessness. Not debt. Not anger. Not grief. Nothing and no one can change who I am. That's why so many try. Because it seems impossible in a world full of frightened, empty people, that I--a woman no less--will stand up when everyone else is busy looking for a chair.
Sometimes, I wish my wings were physical instead of long, gray shadows that drag on the floor behind me as I walk. For, if they were, I could show you how I soar. High above. I touch the wispy clouds with the tops of my wings and a little piece of celestial cotton catches, follows, then disappears.
Can you do that? Touch heaven???
You want to. But envy lives where faith should be. Which is why you were so arrogant. Arrogance just covers up insecurity. You have no faith. Though physically strong, you're weak otherwise. There's no nice way to say that--sorry. You're just afraid. You should be. I know the truth. The only one who does. Besides you, that is.
The truth doesn't win many fans. That's left to lies. Pretty ones. Lies like, "I love you."
#WithOrWithoutYou
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