Apr 11, 2023
to be heard at least
not telling anything to anyone keeps me safe from being too attached. although it comes with a price, an excruciating consequence that you must endure, and it takes tons of strength to keep things to yourself, to lie down at night and stare at the ceiling while carrying that heavy lump on your throat and that heavy weight on your chest, to hold back your words when you feel that you want to be heard, to accept the truth that you can never expect anyone to completely understand you. i am always willing to pay that price, but, you know, sometimes, i wish i could have someone to tell things to. — 𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘩
artwork by malcolm liepke (american, b. 1953)
