DON’T FEAR THE FRACTURES
Fragility of happiness. Holding on madly, grasping, even when you know that this cannot last forever. There is only so much strength in your hands as you're hanging onto the edge of the precipice.
But maybe you should let go and fall down, maybe the pain will not kill you; maybe it is the fear that hurts more than the fall itself. I am trying to tell you that we were meant to break like this, meant to stumble, we were not built to last. Temporary lives, temporary houses, temporary relationships - can't you see? Connecting and letting go, if we can (or haunted, by those memories).
But sometimes - the shadows seem realer than you ever were, infectious, taking over your consciousness. Your thoughts are invaded by their presence, your dreams are full of the haters, imaginary enemies, old lovers and friends, the betrayers. And yet, we have no choice - we have to make ourselves unbroken. I am asking you to assemble yourself from the pieces in which you lay shattered on the floor, to pull it together, to phoenix yourself out of the fire you have walked into. Being broken is not an excuse; it is a history to manoeuver yourself out of, to walk into the sunlight, where I am.