a poem I made in high school:
The truth is the confusion.
The deep aching in your chest.
The anxiety of not knowing when to let go. What reasons are actually good enough to start you on your way.
The truth comes with moving on.
Truth comes with exhaling the guilt of wanting to leave but, staying because you feel as though you're betraying that person even though they turned their back on you long before you could even grasp what they were capable of.
The beauty of moving on is the start of a new beginning.
The nervous wreck you become when you start to live your life for you and only you again.
Beauty is expecting that you're not going to be who you dreamt of anymore instead of accepting that you are, in actuality, moving another step closer to finding life's secret meaning for you.
Moving on in the end becomes a good thing.
Good is always beautiful. In some shape or form. Whether you see it or not, your line of sight is always going to be based on you and how open you are. So, stay good, true, and beautiful and you will see all that is around you.
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I was going through a break up and I had lost who I was because I was trying harder to save my parter while forgetting about myself and after we were apart for a while I started to realize that I was wasting away while I had such beauty in front of me and that I was way too young to quit and that it was time to start living again.
Being here on SG always makes me look back on this time and I feel so proud that I started seeing the brighter side of things, taking risks, and living for me again! I feel so blessed to know and interact with all of you.
Just thought I'd share❤️
Hope your week is lovely 💜
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djerpy:
YeaH...!!!
ritchy144:
WoW sublime beauté 😍🤤