breathe on little sister

today

it's one of those moments when things come full circle. when you can look ahead and look behind and see the same path stretching both ways. something clicks, a wheel turns, a held breath is released. and there you stand, not sure if its relief, if its regret, if its deja vu.... just knowing, finally fully knowing where you were going and where you began. this. this is a moment of growth. dig your heels in and feel. feel feel feel. if you pass through to quickly you'll never fully see. stop. breathe. feel it inside out. now remember.

yes, you.

everything changes. constantly, always. a perfect yesterday does not ensure a good tomorrow, just as a painful today doesn't have to carry into the next. consistency is comforting, but intensity is in the outliers, a little extreme can go a long way. we deserve to be happy, we deserve to have a burning in the pit of our stomach, we deserve to have our heart skip a beat or race uncontrollably. it doesn't always last, but it's not always fleeting. there exists a moment when all of those tears, all of those why's whispered into silence, into pillows, screamed into emptiness, when they all amount into something more. it'll be okay. you're going to be okay. you deserve to be happy, now just allow it...

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pieces are just pieces

everyday. everything adds up to the same. work is work and school is school and we wake up and inhale and rub our eyes. and we run our errands and pay our bills and browse aimlessly through TV reruns. we stop for meals and stop for business and stop for signs. and then.. something stops us. stops us in our tracks. stops the words in our throats. stops us from making that next same step, that next unappreciated breath. and we stop and think, and blink. and we feel it. the pain the joy the desire the fear, whatever it is that stopped us, we feel it. reality. we feel it. present moment. feel it. and we remember. why. why we woke up, why we started.

hold on. to those moments. the ones that hurt. the ones that bleed. the ones that make you smile and laugh despite yourself. hold on tight. knuckles white, til you bleed. those are the moments when you become you. the rest is just pieces.

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