“My words are only a breeze. Some stay, most leave”
I write what you don’t want to feel. I write about want you try to avoid,
But it’s alright to feel pain, it is alright to cry. Pain is what makes us perfect and whole. And even though we aren’t perfect, imperfection makes us perfect.
I am eighteen and too young to be thinking this way, But I don’t care. I was born to change the world.
And I can do it every day, just by putting a smile on your face or by sending an angel to hug you.
I have conversations with angels and demons daily, and my mind is beyond help.
I am fine though.