please be gentle with the quiet souls. there are many of us, and our lips are bleeding. we are tender like new skin. we are unwavering on so few things. we will let other people use our kindness until we are made empty. ours is a fullmoon night, we are always giving.
please kiss us like you are scared we’ll slip off the face of this earth: we might. we are too soft and this world is too bright. please hug us and tell us that we’ll be alright. please don’t let go. please hold on tight.
please, when we break down and become black holes and try to swallow every solar system around us: please, do not run. we are so used to people stealing our breath and turning away when we have nothing left. we are so used to being puppets. we are so used to being used.
please, when we break, when we lash out like solar flares: please, be kind. remind us of the waves, of the woods, of the way our favorite song sounds. we will return to you. we just need to remember that spreading love is not a weakness. we just need to remember that it is not our fault when others leave us. we just need to remember that our nature to trust is too good to corrupt.
we are weak-hands and unsure words. but if you take care of us, we will be yours.
Nothing kills you like your mind does.
Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.