Realizing that you ain’t special to anyone other than your mom is more humbling than one would think.

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Realizing that you ain’t special to anyone other than your mom is more humbling than one would think.
It's getting bad again
The sadness
The loneliness
The hopelessness
All of it
Accurate
"you make me wanna wash my hair and brush my teeth"
I have this longing to paint and write and do pottery and walk into the forest and listen to music and love and laugh and do all the things that make me feel alive.
"Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder," she said.
What if I tell you that sometimes I am embarrassed about what I write, to admit that those are my own true feelings and not someone else's. Embarrassed to let anyone in, to let people see through me.
Keeping ourselves occupied all the time helps with loneliness and anxiety and depression and whatnot. Helps us run away from it.
But, what's at the end of it? What happens when we stop being busy?
"Why do you write?" He once asked me.
"I write because not writing the scenes in my head is a lot like ignoring someone's plea to be heard. There are images and scenes on my mind the keep on playing and the only way to purge them, erase them, pacify them and let them go is by writing them out."
He was silent for a moment, before saying "is that why you keep on writing about me?"
I remember that I loved you.
But only if I could remember what loving you felt like.
Only if I could feel that again.
Only if I could get rid of this emptiness.
my muse
i used to write about you
every line
every word
i chose very carefully to make sure i meant exactly what i wrote
so that one day if i had the chance,
you would read and i’d be glad
to have your heart
melted by my art
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Don't you wish you could hug that one person, one last time, with all the love you wanted to give them? Give them all the love you have, at once? But now it's too late?