Some nights are starry, beautiful and elegant filled with the moonlight that dazzles all the way, but some nights are quiet, no laughs around, and even the moon doesn’t seem to shine through.
We are made to fight through where the difference lies in between wishing time to pass by a swift or to wishing that time crawls through the day.
“I have come to make peace with my spirits that hounds at night, but some nights I fail to do so again hopelessly, relentlessly going back to the time which killed me alive. Sleep just helps to brush it out’ my mind, but sleep isn’t the only thing that has given up on me.”
Do you know what’s beautiful?
You woke up today despite the fine art you sketched on your arms. The other night you woke up, just so to see how the warmth feels on your skin for this time to comprehend. If this is the last time, wishing and praying that the daylight brings you peace and serenity from the rains that shattered you the night before forgetting that the “BOOM” in thunder never slaughtered the flowers off the ground.
You don’t see it yet, but you have created a warrior within you that you haven’t met yet. Looking at your face in the morning, sitting down on the bed staring at that blade, the pills that are calling your name knowing very well that today isn’t their day but YOURS!
If no one ever told you this before I would like you to know that the scars on your body will tell your survival story, and one day you will be proud of yourself of how far you’ve come.
It’s a very rough, chaotic journey and in this road home we may lose people, but on the way we meet some too, yet again with so many cross paths to choose from I want you to keep walking in the trail that’s right for you, and if you can’t find it sooner, sit back, rest a little we can take it one day at a time.
I have come through, scarcely survived but will I ever wish a heart to be strong as mine? I think not!
It’s a very impressive drive to have a strong heart, but hearts aren’t meant to be as firm as a rock, neither is it made to be as light as a feather, cry when you feel like for strong hearts, in the long run, give up on themselves a little sooner than you think.
Embrace the journey you have come so far, it’s not easy, but love yourself and know you are worth it.
Sunflowers, they immerse into the bright, pale-yellow radiance of the sun itself and what’s stopping you from doing the same?
“Let me give up on fighting, let me give up on life,
but if this is not the last chance, let me try one more time.”
By Zion Anisius
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