You cannot hide the feelings.

You cannot crumple them up and toss them in the trash like you do with a love note that failed to love.

These emotions are a deeply rooted sense of self worth.

Like a secret garden on steroids.

There is only one true gardener and that is you. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't ask for help.


            When the sun won't rise, attach a rope and hoist it up, because even the sun gets tired.

And when the sun and the moon are in a fight like two elementary students who want to play with the same toy and they leave the world in a day-night limbo, you ought to be the one who comes up with a solution.

            You will have days where your feet can not seem to reach the ground and your head is spinning like a ballerina on her final twirl.

But these are the times where you have to work your hardest to dig out of the sand that the world has dumped on you. 



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