I'm breathing slowly and gripping to the future because the past is cutting through my palms. I want to hold on to the next year as if it were my last. I want to cry my insides dry.
I'm going to save the world one day; I really am. I have to continue to tell myself that because if I do, it will happen. It has to. Saving the world would probably be easier than saving myself these days. Im full of unpoetic vague blog posts and surrounded by people that probably don't love me as much as I love them. I'm covered in grey dots; not gold stars. I'm crossing my arms and bowing my head now because for so many days I forgot how to do that. I'm swallowing three instead of one. I'm pretending that I'm perfect when really, my blood pressure is irregular. All in all, I think my soul is begging my body for some sunshine and my spirit is begging to be free.
I forgive you, darling. I'm sorry, but don't let go completely. Please.