From emptiness to everything we make our way back to this reality we live in. We paint pictures of belief and tell our kids what we used to dream of. This never ending war is raging on in our minds, and it takes more than courage to follow the desires set so deeply in our hearts. Hearts that we once knew so well. None of us are as strong as we appear and we wait for the next bullet to be shot just to know that we still feel. It's easy to forget what we live for. It's hard to know what's worth dying for.
If I let you go would you take a piece of me with you? Maybe to remember all the good times. I don't remember having any bad. Perhaps we fear change. Those butterflies aren't what they used to be and this anxiety is starting to weigh down our souls with disbelief.
We all have the
choice to believe. To believe that even we deserve to be happy. To claim what is ours. Don't listen to the negativity. Don't be held back by the loneliness.
Walk with me.
