The wolf and the owl for one night forgot their differences and sang together under the moon. As the songs slowly ended, The wolf and the owl stared deeply into each other’s eyes and a tear of sorrow fell to the Earth. For although there was much magic in their hearts, it was their eyes that saw the Truth. She was of the Sky People and he was of the Earth Clan. And they knew this could never be.
The wolf slowly turned and began to walk away with his head down in sadness. The owl flew away into the night sky, shedding tears of heart break. And that is why late at night, when you’re alone, you can hear the howls of the wolf for he looks to the moon to sing a song he shared with someone so special. And that is why in the late evenings you hear the hoot songs of the owl. For she is asking, “Who has seen the one I love”
"Tomorrow will be better."
"But what if it’s not?"
"Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.”
(Image via oh-positivity)
I once read somewhere “it’s better to be slapped by the truth than kissed with a lie” and it has always stuck.
For a while I wanted to make love with lies than to be punched in the stomach with the truth.
But now? I want to be kicked, scratch, and punched with the truth. I want the truth to make me bloody.
The truth should rip people insides apart.
And the truth right now is that you were so scared of being hurt, you hurt the one who really loved you.
And the truth right now is that I’m the one who held on to this pain because it was the easiest self harm I could manage.
And the truth right now is that you aren’t as shitty as you think you are.
And the truth right now is that you’re still pretty shitty.
And the truth right now is that I’m going through withdrawal symptoms without talking to you.
But the truth right now is that I’m trying to beat this addiction now
But God do I miss you.
I thought I needed you like a drug but that was one of those soft lies because drugs are poison and they kill.
I don’t need you.
in my body
and still need
maps and lights
to find my way
to how I feel.
not a definition.
It does not know you,
nor does it own you.
I am the hot shower
that runs too long
and cold cups of coffee
set aside and forgotten,
I make stains
and keep you awake for days.
I am the itch between ribs
expanding, subsiding, minimizing.
I am the rust on cheap jewelry
that you refuse to throw away.
this is bigger than I am.
and things will crumble
when you hold too tightly.
No one is perfect,
and you cannot fix everything.
People will set you ablaze,
and you will drown in the ashes.
This will eat you alive.
But you will rise up
like you were born to do,
and you will survive this.