Silent when I used to speak***

I assumed I’d always be there… between the magic and problems free philosophy. Everything changes and it’s a frustrating and alluring part of life.

Today I have the answers and outcome of: “if it’s meant to be it will”. Everyone keeps saying everything will work out and be ok, but they never mention the fact that it might still not be the way you planned it but an ending to a bittersweet tale.  It’s hard to wake up every day stretching our limbs and showing a sparkling usual smile when it’s raining inside, when you have so many questions that start with “why” and each of those hollow you out a little until your body is the heaviest hollow there could be. It aches you, keeps you from being yourself. It aches your whole skull, keeps you from being rational at times.

 It all ends with us finding ourselves and realizing we are stronger than we thought. We find a fairly healed heart, a passion, something we can’t stop thinking about, a dream people couldn’t pay you to stop doing...  but it takes time and the pain will always just remain SILENT.

From letiCia's piNk scribbles