The chances are slim.
The cards are always stacked against you, the odds are always low.
But I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.
I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later.
I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard.
Friend -
I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself.
I want to be air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy.
When the walls come down
when the thunder rumbles
when nobody else is home, hold my hand
and I promise
I won’t let go.
things are okay, term break has been nothing much but boring, and i seriously am a clutter of unproductive, procrastinating, useless lump of fat.
other than that i should probably get back to old habits like reading and listening to podcasts but my attention span has been ridiculously short/limited lately, so i guess listening to poetry slams that make my heart flutter and feel warm even after listening to it over and over again is kind of a good start.
