" I don't want to feel strung along..locked up this way day after day..piece by piece drowning. "
Sometimes it feels so hard reaching for the surface of the water, of the ocean. As if half of us is missing...isn't there.
I don't know where it happened or when. Our eyes closed to half of our heart. And so we lived on, half a life. When we closed our eyes, we had half a dream. Some of us are waiting. For what? A beginning, an end? The other half of ourselves? It is hard to see the answers with only one open eye.
Some of us feel fated, others fateless. Lost in the ocean. If you can hear any of this, any part of you, I need you to hear more..especially the closed part.
I do not know if you can hear me today. I do not know if you will believe me now, or tomorrow, or ever. But no matter how deep down you are. No matter how gripped you are by some truth you cannot overcome this. No matter how much your heart is hurting...
I believe in you. I believe you are more than you ever could imagine. I believe you are an unwritten story, and worth every chance there is. I believe you deserve more than half an existence. I believe you're worth the words you're seeing now.
And if you cannot believe that right now..keep struggling. We will struggle together but never alone.
