“That’s another thing nobody tells you. What makes things like love so hard,”
“What’s that?”
“Our feelings are allowed to change.”
To be thick skinned is to become callous. To be wounded enough by the world that you have strengthened the barrier between you, and it.
What need have you for walls?
What is it you’re protecting yourself from
If you close your eyes and listen, you will hear your heart tell you
that not all sadness is the same.
There are some depths you are only lucky enough to feel because of a great joy you got to have.
Someday
to someone, I will say,
“I have no desire to change you.”
I will say, “I love you,
with all I have,
for all you are,
with everything I am.”
we’re just a bunch of soft, fleshy creatures with feelings.
Endocrine systems exploding
at the slightest graze of another’s skin on our own;
at the mere idea, of the permanence of loss.
We are contradiction incarnate—
afraid to feel any of it,
afraid to not feel anything at all.