Appreciate you, man. I don’t know any other way to write anymore, either I pour it all out, or it eats me alive from the inside. This is me, trying to bleed with purpose instead of just bleeding in private. Thanks for reading it.
I don’t know if survival is even the right word anymore. I think what I’m doing now is something closer to resurrection, but messier, louder, lonelier. No halos. No clean slates. Just breath, and fire, and the choice to stay.
But yeah, I’m still here. Still walking. And if I fall again, I’ll write from the floor.
Thanks for reading my ashes. The story’s just getting good.
Appreciate you, man. I don’t know any other way to write anymore, either I pour it all out, or it eats me alive from the inside. This is me, trying to bleed with purpose instead of just bleeding in private. Thanks for reading it.
I hope you survive all this, and live life the way it's meant to be lived, and i hope to read your journey through life
I don’t know if survival is even the right word anymore. I think what I’m doing now is something closer to resurrection, but messier, louder, lonelier. No halos. No clean slates. Just breath, and fire, and the choice to stay.
But yeah, I’m still here. Still walking. And if I fall again, I’ll write from the floor.
Thanks for reading my ashes. The story’s just getting good.
You pour your feelings into your writing, commendable