I leave all of my doors open.
I like to have an array of options.
A safety net.
For I am still broken.
Which broken piece of me do I follow?
Do I follow the shattered torn up bits of my heart?
The comforting pulse of my veins?
With the three roommates.
I don’t know which piece of me is me anymore.
But I must remember;
A Dream is not a scientific formula;
A goal is not a high up mountain;
Happiness is not tangible or attainable;
Stop searching; stop looking;
Stop trying to find an underlying meaning within everything;
Just be you;
Be who you want to be;
Unfortunately, our lives take unexpected turns; dips into valleys; and drowns you in sorrows;
Life can push you;
Into something so amazing and wonderful;
So beautiful and perfect.
You forget all of the pain you’ve endured
-Because this nothingness.
This graceful piece of calm that you now have;
Was completely and utterly
Every second of it.
By: Tabitha Ambroiggio