thank you,
Fall into it
The rage
Anger pulsing underneath my skin
The sadness
Ripping into my dreams, finding home in my failures
The procrastination
Telling me it’s alright to wait
Because none of those things are real
But we need something real don’t we?,
Because fear isn’t real so we build one fear into a thousand different monsters
But fear doesn't care if it’s real
Fear is a storyteller
Building castles out of broken glass
And painted portraits of the reflection of fun house mirrors
And for all of it I have nothing to say but thank you
For the motivation to see myself as something more
For giving me something to come back too, after the nights when I didn’t feel quite enough
Thank you pushing me
Thank you