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Чистяк весенний, или Лютик весенний (лат. Ranunculus ficaria). Апрель 25. Ficaria verna Huds. (Ranunculaceae). April 25.
Sometimes it feels as if my heart is spilling from my chest. I am reminded that I am alive.
It's raining outside. Drops of water pitter patter on the roof.
We sit by the window passing a cigarette. I tell you I love you, but I need you to do better; to pick up the slack when I can't. You listen and squeeze my hand. "I will, I promise it'll be different," you would say. Tears roll down my cheeks. I've needed to hear you say that for weeks. You wipe them away, and kiss my forehead. "It's okay, we're in this together."
Instead I sat with my thoughts, worried that they would burst my chest, praying that my silence would be heard.
You don't have to force yourself to bounce back so quickly. I read something recently that said "when you come in from a rainstorm, you don't expect yourself to be dry and warm right away", and it really resonated with me. It's okay to take time to dry off and warm up. Take the time you need to process what happened to you.
Eventually there will be stories where there were open wounds. Eventually I won't think about picking at the scabs.
"We are all guilty and flawed and fallible, and yet, every one of us victims in our own right.
I know now that this is what it is to be human."
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In the small hours of the night I plead for a freedom from you that I know will never come. And in the morning I am glad.
Let’s sit here 🍃
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