Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.
There’s a way not to be broken,
that takes brokenness to find it.
I haven’t written in ages. I feel as though I’m suddenly at a loss for words. Don’t get me wrong, I have a million things going on in my head, an opinion about almost every thing; but nothing concrete, nothing…worth writing about? And even that’s unreal. I’m just doing too many things too quickly. But I like this fast paced world that i’ve entered. Or just realized I’m in. I will write today. I did write today. Even if it was this.