Boomerang Hearts

It's ok to have butterflies in your stomach. Just get them to fly in formation.

Taking ink in a massive dose and watching as blank pages turn black while my hand and head double team my heart.

The inside of my head feels foggy like a London winter, but without all of the class and dignity. Nobody gets how my head feels when I lay sideways on the pillow.

We are becoming who we are meant to be. We are becoming who we were.

Time passes like bottles between thoughts. Letting myself just float.... to just feel ok. Being happy doesn't mean you are unauthentic. Breathing life is alright... in doses you know.

Thank God for all of the reasons that I have to believe... in the form of heartbeats, letters written, and rewritten over again by shaky hands.