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your endless eyes... β‘β‘β‘
πβπ ππΌππΎπΊππππ ππ πππΎ ππππ½, π»ππ πππΎ ππππ π½ ππ πππππΎ-πΌππ π½ π½πΎπΊπΏ, πΌπππππππ πΎππΎππ ππΎπΊπππ»πΎπΊπ, πΊππ½ πΎππΎππ πππΊπ π ππ π»ππΎπΊππ. πΎππΎπππππππ π¨ π»πππ π ππ πΌππππ»π πππ ππ πππΎ πΏπ πππ, ππΎπΊπΌππππ πΏππ πππΎ πΎππ½, π πΌπΊπβπ ππΊππΎ ππ πΊππππππΎ.
i aimed so high, i reached for the stars, searching for a home past the Moon and Mars. with Gagarin and Laika, where the silence is deep, |this world put my soul to sleep. iβm drifting like a wreck, lost in the sky, and I aimed so highβ¦ πβοΈ me.
shot by @jamanbroershots on IG
I think the hardest part about healing
is that no one notices it.
No one claps
because you got out of bed.
No one celebrates
that you almost cried
but didn't.
Healing is quiet.
Maybe that's why
it feels so lonely.
they told you that you were helpless, unnecessary, because you didnβt have a driverβs license, money, or nice clothes.
that you werenβt resourceful. that you werenβt handy. that you were quiet and spoke softly instead of shouting. that you didnβt know how to elbow your way through a world that rewards those who pretend the loudest that they know where theyβre going.
they told you that you werenβt good at anything. that you were useless. that you were nothing.
not at mathematics. not at physics. not at Polish. not at German. not at any of the things that can be put into a spreadsheet, graded with a number, sold, compared, or used.
but no one ever told you that maybe the whole scale was broken.
that maybe it was a trap of the ego. of the 3D Matrix. of a world that convinced people that human worth is measured by productivity, status, resourcefulness, and how much they can carry without crying.
and maybe the true meaning of life is not to win this race.
maybe one of the meanings of life is not to lose your soul while everyone else tries to sell theirs for peace and quiet.
maybe meaning is being able to hear a song so deeply that it hurts. to notice a fox crossing the road at three in the morning. to see a Perseid falling across the August sky. to remember someoneβs eyes longer than youβre supposed to. to create something out of nothing, even when no one is clapping yet. to love gently in a world that only teaches possession. to not become cold, even after it has been cold so many times.
maybe you are not helpless.
maybe you were simply never made for their game.
just like me.
maybe we are good at things they never even knew how to name.
at feeling. at longing. at seeing the cracks. at listening to the silence after the last note. at carrying an entire cosmos inside us, even when we have nowhere to put it.
and maybe one day we will understand. truly understand.
that what they called our weakness for years was the only part of us that truly survived.
πππ πππ π½ ππΎ πππΏππ π πππΊπ πππ ππΎππΎ π»ππππΎπ, πΊππ½ πππΊπ ππππ ππππ π½ ππΊπ½ π πππ πππ ππππΎπ ππ πΎπΊπ. π»ππ πΊ ππΊπππ»ππ ππ πΊπ ππ π ππππ, π»ππππΎπ πππΎπ, ππππΎπ ππππΎπππΎπ πΏπππ πΊ π»πΎπΊππππΏππ π½ππΎπΊπβ¦ πβοΈ me.
βIf I Am Killed For Simply Livingβ β Althea Davis